Deep below the city of London in an abandoned bunker sat the current leader of the Vamps.

He tapped the armrest of his chair something was troubling him. He had just gotten news that Bloodbath had sneaked out the lair.

"Damn Imbeciles!"

The leader berated to the wind, his real name was Frederik but that name was lost to time as less and fewer people knew it and instead called him 'Boss' or 'Leader' and he was now over 400 years old, it could be said that he was one of the oldest vampires in existence and also one of the most powerful.

It was because he had lived so long that he knew of the dangers that could befall the vampire race. The war with the werewolves almost 200 years ago was just one of the dangers. Humans were the most immediate threat, more specifically, vampire hunters.

Somehow the humans were able to synthesize a chemical similar to a werewolf's bite but not as deadly, just enough to make them vulnerable to their weapons. It wasn't just the vampire hunters that were a problem, but the British secret organization named MI0 was also after them.

To top it all off, the True Bloods have been hunting them since they split after the war. Usually, a True Blood is no match for Vamp in terms of strength, but Vamps hunt solo while True Blood's usually walk in groups. A Vamp versus a group of True Bloods stands no chance of coming out alive.

*BAM*

The Leader smashed the table into pieces, he felt so angry towards these stupid Vamps that care more about their meals and perversions than they do about survival.

"These idiots are going to be the death of me!" The leader exclaimed.

They had been lucky that their little nest hasn't been discovered yet, but it was only a matter of time before one them slips up and brings them straight to their door.

Either way, he had planned for all eventualities, if either the humans or the True Bloods find this place, they still need long ways before getting to him. The bunker the currently reside in was built during WWII, when the Nazis bombed London, the entrances collapsed and were left forgotten.

The leader found this place when he was exploring, and old abandoned subway tunnel, and the walk collapsed revealing this old supply bunker. He then sealed all other ways of getting in there and let one entrance at the beginning of the subway tunnel.

He boobytrapped the tunnel, only Vamps know where each of them is. If they were to somehow bypass all the traps they would find themselves in a nest full of Vamps.

The leader walked into a closet full of desks, it is obvious from this that it wasn't the first desk to be destroyed in rage.

He sat back down and began tapping away just like before. He was worried, the True Bloods went into hiding last week he didn't know why but rumors are spreading through his subordinates that there was a new mutant in town, a powerful one, strong enough for the Night Queen to make her True Bloods go into hiding.

When he heard this, he immediately also went into lockdown, but now someone had sneaked out and now the others are restless wanting to go out too.

The Leader turns his chair around, he looked out the window towards the courtyard below. The Vamp's nest looked more like a huge bar than somewhere where you go to sleep at. Since it was nighttime, almost everyone was up and about fighting, drinking blood, raping one of the few women that were kept as some sort of sexual release than for food.

"Bunch of savages!"

Though the Leader was a Vamp, he wasn't like these new generation psychos that liked to play with their food as a form of entertainment. He slaughtered, he ate and that was it.

Suddenly, the lights started to flicker on and off.

The Leader opened the window and screamed at the Vamps below.

"Which one of you assholes is playing with the lights?!?"

They all looked at each other seeing wondering what was going on. The Leader suddenly had goosebumps on his arms and his face turned serious.

'Somethings wrong! Something is coming!' he thought.

Up above, 5 minutes before…

Acheron landed on top of a roof.

"According to that Vamp's memories this is their hideout," Acheron said as he looked below into the alley.

There in the middle of the alley was an inconspicuous manhole covered by cardboard boxes.

"That's it right there, let's turn back I won't fit in there like I am now," Acheron said

Acheron's body quickly shrank and turned back to his normal appearance.

Acheron spat on the floor, smacking his lips in clear disgust.

"Ugh! The taste is even worse in human form!... but no matter, I needed to eat his brain to gain his memories.." Acheron said,

Werewolves don't have that ability but neither does Acheron in his base form.

Before Acheron chewed up the Vamp's head, he turned the inside of his mouth to one that did have that ability.

Acheron has full control of his transformations and so he can transform parts of his body even if he is already transformed into another race.

As he chewed the head Acheron used the ability of a humanoid insect mutant he killed decades ago in California. The mutant was eating the brains of humans and stealing both their memories and experiences.

When Acheron had found and killed it, the mutant had a job at a morgue and looked no different from the average person, other than the fact his tongue could elongate and had suction like barb at the end of it, which is used to suck people's brain out.

Acheron jumped down and lifted the manhole cover with ease, but before tossing it to the side Acheron looked around his eyes now glowing yellow and blue.

He threw the manhole cover like a frisbee towards a wall in which he severed a powerline that appeared to head straight down.

"Let's get this party started!" Acheron exclaimed as he jumps into the hole.

As the lights flickered, The Leader noticed a shadow fall at the entrance of the tunnel before it went dark. When the light turned back on at the end of the tunnel, a 4-meter-tall, white, humanoid wolf had appeared.

The Leader squinted his eyes before realizing what he was seeing, then his eyes turned into needle points as he screamed towards the Vamps below,

"Holy shit! It's a Werewolf! Use everything we have don't hold anything back or we will all die!"

They all looked up at their leader confused,

'Shouldn't werewolves be extinct?' they all thought before turning to look towards the end of the tunnel.

That's when they saw the monstrous werewolf headed towards them, the flickering lights made it seem as he teleported around the tunnel dodging all the traps as if he knew where they were.

Everyone quickly grabbed their swords, guns, spears, knives, anything they could find that could be used as a weapon.

The Leader was panicking in his office as he witnessed the werewolf getting closer and closer.

"This can't be happening! Shouldn't they all be dead?! Why is one here??! That white color… could it be the white blur that has been sighted jumping around rooftops lately?!... He has been searching for us?! It must be for revenge! For what we did to their race!... and that size! He is fucking huge! Twice as big as any werewolf I have ever seen! This is bad! None of those below have ever fought a werewolf! They are not ready! Modern times have made them lazy; they don't know how to fight; they only rely on their physical advantages to overpower enemies and prey!.... Fuck!"

The leader slumped down on his chair, they were trapped down here with the werewolf, his impenetrable bunker was about to become his tomb.

At this moment, Acheron barged into the bunker.