Okay, fist off. I got sick tonight after taking my dogs on a walk. So there will be no updates for a few days, sorry.

Now I just wanted to say this is literally my pride and joy. I've spent two days making this and it was very difficult for me.

But here you go Werewolf Michelangelo and Vampire Leo.

And don't get me wrong. Usually I hate the idea of vampires and werewolves, they are so over rated and done over and over again. This though is more interesting to me because of the fact they are mutants in the first place that end up becoming this way.

And Werewolf Mikey was actually done in the comics, so don't go to me and say I stole someone idea because this is cannon.

Screw off if you don't like it because I'm damn proud of this picture of mine.


Okay, this comes with a teaser to a story I will pick up when I'm done with one of the stories I'm currently working on.




Mitternacht

TEASER!

I walked beside my brother, the only brother I had that could freely roam. Michelangelo’s figure was so large now, his skin hidden away by the new pelt of his unnatural form. The giant-gentle hearted ninja sat back on his haunches, head lowered as he gave a loud sigh. His voice silenced by the fact that now all he could do was make animal like sounds until the very few hours that the full moonlight could provide. During those hours I would hold him, caress his body and tell him everything would be alright. I was there with him, beside him. I was his protector as he was mine.

I paused and hearf him heave another sigh, one that shudders a little. It was his version of crying now. I took a few steps, my hands coming to the odd fur on his face. I caressed his head, nuzzling my beak against his nose. There was so little I could do to calm him. He could no longer cry or sob his sorrow. He could not scream or shout his anger to the ones that where responsible for how we- his brothers- became phantoms hidden behind walls. He couldn’t speak nor talk to tell Donatello by the lake side how they have been working hard to find a cure. All he could do was settle himself next to the water and gaze at the turtle who could only reach out to touch his snout as comforting as possible. Trapped with in the water that may very well become his tomb. Michelangelo couldn’t attack the demons that Raphael had to face, our brother that was behind glass windows and wooden walls.

We some times see his hands pressed against the windows; some times we can see his face, or hear him cry out for us, but not for long. We see his body, slumped against a wall, dead and lifeless with out the soul we love. We can’t move him, not while his soul maintains what little life is left. Not that one could call it life. There was barely enough energy to slowly heal the body from the grotesque wounds and keep it from rotting until we can either find a way to return him back, or end his life completely.

Though; I know he enjoys helping me, covering my body with his during the day so that my sensitive skin does not boil and burn. He hunts for me, creatures that could do with out some of its life’s energy. I admit it is hard to sustain myself mostly on woodland creatures, but I’m saving my true feast for the ones that hold the key to our survival.

I push my thoughts to the side when Mikey’s tongue flattens against my lips as he kisses me. I open my mouth for him to taste. I kiss back, the best I can, because even though he is now quite larger than I he’s still my Mikey. He still tastes the same. And even though his hands are clawed and his body is hot with fur he still has that same warmth that was only given by him. And even though I am now a vampire and he a werewolf, I still love him as much as ever and will still do anything for him.

His arms wrapped around me, making me feel so small. He pulled back his wet nose cuddling against me as he sighs and rests his chin on my shoulder. I hug him as best as I can, clinging onto his soft fur. We were the only two that could touch and it scared us both. We both yarned for the comfort of Raphael’s embrace. We wanted to cry and demand for Donatello’s touch, but we had to save them and I would be damned if the ones that did this to us got away with it.

It was when Mikey nuzzled me hard that I realized I was glaring over his shoulder, my throat making a beast like growl that put my werewolf companion to shame. I held him tighter, glare sharpening onto the stars in the sky.

“Don’t worry Mikey,” I soothed in an icy voice. “We’ll get them back, and when we do the Ninja Tribunal will pay.”

Oh they will pay for what they have done.

With all of their knowledge and endless years of life, they fail to realize how very deadly a werewolf Michelangelo could be, nor how possessive a vampire Leonardo could be. I was already possessive before of my lovers. But apparently a vampire is nearly three times worse and I am going to use every bit of that to my advantage.

We will have our revenge.

I will make them suffer.

End Of Teaser