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Chapter 1: The Sun Is Rising

Elsa moved through the streets of Burgess with her hood pulled low over her face. She was wearing a hoodie under a jacket. She had her hands placed in her jacket pockets. Elsa looked over towards the horizon. She could see the sun starting to peek. It was starting to get light and Elsa didn't really like the sunlight. Elsa started to walk fast. She needed to get back to the convent as soon as she could. Elsa's feet moved faster and faster.

"Where you going blood-drinker?" came a voice.

Elsa froze. She knew who that voice belonged to and it wasn't someone who Elsa wanted to see in a rush.

"Sun's coming soon," said the voice. "Don't wanna get caught in its light."

Elsa turned around. The speaker was a man who looked a little older than Elsa. He was big – muscular – and looked like rugby player. He wore singlet top with rips in it and old jeans. He had his brown hair spiked. Next to him was a girl who had black hair in a pixie hair style. Her hair also a turquoise streak in it which hung down over her right side of her face. She was wearing a band t-shirt and a black jacket hung over the top. She wore a mini-skirt over some tights which ended in sneakers. She knew who these two were.

"Hello Edmund," she said to the man. "Hello Tooth, nice to see you two again."

"Don't call me Edmund," the man scowled which Elsa laughed at. His name was Edmund Aster Bunnymund. Not many people call him by his first name. He preferred being known by his last.

"So what can I do for you?" Elsa asked. "If it's not an emergency, I would like to go now. As you say, sun's coming up and I really don't want to be around when that happens."

"Can't handle a little heat blood-drinker?" Bunnymund stepped forward.

"Can't handle a little silver?" Elsa retorted.

Elsa turned around and started to walk away. She felt Bunnymund's hand on her shoulder which forced her to turn around. Elsa hit his hand away.

"What do you want?" Elsa asked again but this time, her sunny voice had completely gone. She said it in a demanding voice.

"Just want a little fun," Bunnymund said.

Elsa grimaced and then tried to leave again – tried being the word here. Bunnymund pulled her back. Elsa knew that they were trying to pick a fight. They had been fighting for years now. It was starting to get on her nerves. Bunnymund lunged at her but Elsa dodged it with lighting fast reflexes. Elsa then pushed Bunnymund away and he flew several metres. Tooth watched the fight with a bit of an amused look on her face.

Elsa was about to speed off before Bunnymund tackled her to the ground. Her head hit the pavement and the pavement hurt her head. Elsa let out a gasp of pain. Bunnymund might not be able to kill her but he could definitely hurt her. Bunnymund threw a punch which whacked into the pavement when Elsa rolled to dodge. The pavement cracked under Bunnymund's strength.

"Not full moon," Elsa said. "You're not at your full strength."

"I can still take you on," Bunnymund said.

Bunnymund lunged at her again and again Elsa dodged the attack and pushed him back again. The force caused Bunnymund to collide with the wall causing it to break underneath his weight.

"Point to the blood-drinker," Tooth said.

"Not for long," Bunnymund growled.

Bunnymund tackled Elsa but Elsa resisted and held her ground. Bunnymund let out a snarl. He tried to push Elsa down but she threw him off instead. Bunnymund then pulled out a gun. Elsa laughed. A bullet wasn't going to hurt her. She didn't realise just how wrong she was going to be. The sound of the bullet was the last thing she heard before she felt enormous pain. Elsa placed her hand up to her face and felt burns. They were in a straight line across her left cheek. Elsa let out a shout of pain. What was that? Elsa looked over at Bunnymund who was grinning. The burns on her face felt like fire.

"What was that?" Elsa asked.

"A little present from your wolf friends," Bunnymund said.

Elsa didn't have time to argue. Elsa could feel the warmth of the sun coming up. Elsa shielded her face from the rays. All that got her was another bout of pain. The sun was coming up and if Elsa didn't do anything soon, she would be roasted. Elsa took off. She could still hear Bunnymund's laughter following her. She stuck to the shady spots while she ran. She could run at exceptional speeds as it was one of her many new talents that she had received. Thankfully, the sun was only peeking when it burned Elsa. It wasn't fully up and wouldn't be for a while.

The convent came into sight. There were many convents scattered around the world that housed people like Elsa or blood-drinkers as the dogmen like E. Aster Bunnymunder like to call them. Each side had some kind of insulting name for the other side. The name didn't faze a lot of the others that Elsa knew but it fazed her a lot as it was a constant reminder of what Elsa had to do in order to survive. Some days she wondered why bother with it all? But there was something inside of her, some faded human part of her, that kept her going. She thought all the human was gone with her when she became who she is but maybe not.

She pulled on the convent's doors and headed inside. She breathed quite heavily. She looked at the time which was shown on the clock near the door. It read 4:56am. Sunrise usually occurred after five am, so she was lucky. She looked down at her hand. On the back of it were blisters. When she looked at, the horrible pain returned. A mirror hung on the wall next to the door. Contrary to popular belief, Elsa's kind can actually have a reflection. Her reflection showed a nasty burn, similar to the one on her face.

Elsa headed over to the bathroom and pulled out the medical kit. She then headed into the kitchen and started to dab some burn cream against the burn on her hand. She just needed it to take the sting off before her regeneration abilities kick in and heal it. Since it was a UV radiation burn, it would take some kind. The burn on her face, on the other hand, she didn't know what that was. It looked like the burn on her hand, did that mean that it was caused the same way? UV radiation burns on people like Elsa look different than any other regular burns.

"You okay?" Elsa looked up and saw a familiar face. The speaker was Elsa's friend and confidant, Ragnar. She smiled at him.

"I think so," Elsa replied.

"Sun got ya?" he asked. He picked up the burn cream and applied to Elsa's face.

"Not just the sun," Elsa said. "The wolves had a new trick up their sleeve."

"Is it that bullet thing?"

Elsa looked at him. "How do you know?"

"There have been a few reports coming through," Ragnar said. "The wolves have gotten a hold of some kind of bullet that they have engineered to have UV radiation ingrained in them and you know that can't be good."

"Guess that's what I got a little," Elsa scowled. "Well we have silver nitrate in weapons. Guess they wanted to fight back a little." Elsa paused for a moment. "I was surprised to have gotten out of there with just some sun burns. Werewolves are generally better at hand to hand combat than vampires are. Maybe that wolf wanted to show me their new toys."

"Perhaps," Ragnar finished up dabbing Elsa's face.

Elsa sighed. "I think I might go to bed. The sun is about to come up and I need my rest, give my body time to regenerate."

"You must be thirsty?" Ragnar asked. He headed over to the fridge where stacks of red coloured liquids were in IV bags. He chucked one over to Elsa and she caught it. She could feel the coldness of the bag against her skin. Now that he mentioned it, she was starting to feel a little thirsty. She had tried controlling the need for blood over the years, however, getting rid of the need entirely wasn't something that was able to be done. She needed blood. At least she no longer needed to hunt for it. Those dares were behind her now that she had easy access to blood that wasn't ripped from a human being. She tore the bag open and allowed the blood to trickle into her mouth and down her throat. She finished off the bag and threw it in its special rubbish bin.

"I have work later," she said.

"At the hospital?" Ragnar asked.

"Indeed," Elsa said. She worked as a nurse at the local hospital. She had a lot of experience being a nurse. During both world wars she worked as one as well for something to do. She found it to be an easy way to get blood.

"Get some rest," Ragnar said.

"I shall," Elsa said.

She raced up the stairs passing some fellow vampires as she did. Her burns were still throbbing.

Elsa found her room – it was on the second floor of the convent. The convent looked like a large Victorian size house. The ground floor had all the utilities such as kitchen, bathrooms, lounge area, blood storage room, laundry room, storage rooms and other rooms. The floors above were bedrooms. The higher your bedroom is, the lower the rank you were. It goes from Newborn (when you just have been Turned – sometimes called a Fledgeling) then to Neonate (which are vampires who have mastered being a vampire), next is Death Dealers (powerful vampires that are hard to beat – Elsa is one of these) next is Master (head of the convent, equivalent of a Death Dealer Rank), then is Elder (high ranking vampires, usually on the Vampire Council) and then there is Pitch Black, the First Vampire. Elsa, as a Death Dealer, was responsible to help in the war and defeat as many werewolves as she could. Elsa had been a Death Dealer for several decades now.

Elsa relaxed in her bed for about a second before her friend Anton, another Dead Dealer, come into the room. Elsa's eyes flickered open.

"I'm wanted aren't I?" she said.

"Sort of," Anton said. "Pitch Black has been informed that there is a group of werewolves around here called The Guardians. Black finds them worrying. He's instructed you, me and Ragnar to take care of them."

Jack was in a series of tunnels beneath Burgess. The tunnels had a cut in the middle where water flowed through. He was dressed in scruffy clothes that had several rips and holes in them. In his hand was a photograph of a young woman he once knew from his past life as a human. He sighed as he stared at her. She had disappeared many years ago and Jack didn't know what had happened to her. That had been a mystery for many years.

Jack heard footsteps approaching. Jack quickly hid the photo in the inside pocket of his jacket. He didn't really like talking about her. There was a person once but she had died many years ago. Jack looked up and saw Tooth and Bunnymund coming. Bunnymund looked annoyed at something. Jack knew that look anywhere. A blood-drinker had gotten under his skin. Tooth was looking quite amused at the entire situation.

"Hey guys," Jack said in a cherry voice. "What's going on?"

"That bloody blood-drinker," Bunnymund said while Jack laughed.

"Did she get on your nerves again?" Jack asked. He was amused. For many years now, Bunnymund had been constantly getting jerked around by some female vampire. Jack had never met this vampire as he didn't really like getting involved in fuelling the bittiness and distain between vampires and werewolves that Bunnymund often ended up doing.

"Yes," Bunnymund stretched his muscles. He groaned in pain. That vampire must have gotten him good. "I got her though. The new bullets ended up being helpful."

"You shot her?" Jack looked up at his friend.

"She deserved it," Bunnymund muttered darkly.

Jack wondered what this female vampire did to annoy Bunnymund other than just being a vampire. He wondered if there was some history between them.

"So what are you doing down here Jacky?" Tooth asked.

"This is where we hang out," Jack said simply.

"I mean all alone," Tooth elaborated. "Sandy and North are somewhere around. I'm sure you would have been able to find them."

"Just felt it," Jack shrugged.

"Ah," Bunnymund said, "he was thinking about her."

"I was not," Jack spluttered, turning red.

"He was," Tooth grabbed his shoulders and shoved them in a friendly way.

"Stop it," Jack said.

"So who is this girl?" Bunnymund asked. "We've been hearing about her for what feels like a century."

"Not telling," Jack said, "and have not!"

"Have so!"

"Come on," Tooth said. She poked it.

"You speak about her nonstop and now you shut up about it?" Bunnymund shook his head. "Do not see the logic in that."

"I do not speak about her all the time!" Jack retorted.

"Do so!"

"Do not!"

"Now, now children," Tooth said in her mother tone, "behave."

"Leave it alone," Jack snarled.

"Touchy," Bunnymund said.

"There you guys are," came a voice.

Jack looked up and saw North and Sandy coming towards them. North was the leader of their group which was called The Guardians. North was one of the first werewolves – Tsar Lunar, the very first werewolf was bitten by a wolf and accidently bit North. North in turn bit all the other Guardians in a series of events (well except for Jack who was bitten by another werewolf and then inducted into The Guardians). Jack stood up as soon as they came into view. He was glad to have a distraction from Bunnymund's interference.

"What's going on?" Jack asked. "Did something happen?"

North's heavy sigh told Jack all he needed to know. "Some of our brothers got into a fight with some Undead."

North never used the term 'blood-drinker' for vampires, instead he called them what they were – Undead – and Jack knew why. He hated the whole disparity between vampires and werewolves. North often fought for the way to come to a close but that was always in vain. There was just too much bad blood between the leader of the werewolves, Tsar Lunar – or Manny as North called him, and the leader of vampires, Kozmotis Pitchiner – although he now goes by the name Pitch Black. Apparently, according to North, the bad blood goes back centuries to the very origins of both werewolves and vampires. North also just happened to be one of the few werewolves that actually wanted the war to come to a close. The majority of werewolves wanted the vampire's blood. These werewolves included Bunnymund. Jack, on the other hand, didn't really care about the war. He just wanted a quiet life, away from all of this. He wanted one with her but that wasn't going to happen. She was dead anyway. That thought made Jack sad.

"What happened?" Jack asked more urgently.

North sighed again and looked at Sandy. Sandy was North's go to guy. He had been the first of The Guardians to get bitten. Jack knew very little of his previous life. Sandy had been born around the 1300s. North had found him in France, although Jack didn't know if Sandy was French or not, dying from wounds. He had been in some battle during the Hundred Year's War between England and France. North had taken pity on him and turned him to save him. Since then, Sandy – who was known as Sandman as that had been his last name – became North's faithful companion. That was all Jack really knew about Sandy's tale. He was sure there was more too it.

"All dead," North said. "Silver Nitrate coated on their weapons. I must say, they are getting bolder by the day."

There was a smashing noise which made them all jumped. Bunnymund had punched the wall in his anger. Part of the wall had smashed under Bunnymund's power. Werewolves were still quite a force to be reckoned in when they're not fully transformed. They had strength, speed, powerful senses and regeneration (similar to the vampires) even not in their fully transformed state. However, once they are, a werewolf is virtually unstoppable.

"Calm down," North told him.

"Calm down," Bunnymund repeated in disgust. "Those are our comrades, our brothers, out there and all you can tell me is to calm down?"

"We have to be smart about this," North said. "We mustn't do anything rash."

"What – and let them win? No thanks."

Bunnymund then headed back the tunnel.

"Bunnymund!" North called after him.

"Edmund!" Tooth shouted but it made so different. He was gone. "What do we do?" Tooth asked North.

North shrugged. "Nothing we can do, I'm afraid. Bunnymund has always been a bit of a hothead when it comes to the war."

"So what happened to werewolves that the blood-drinkers got to?" Tooth asked bringing the conversation back around to why North came to them in the first place. "Apart from being destroyed."

"Silver nitrate on their weapons penetrated their blood stream," North explained. "No chance."

"Did something cause this attack?" Jack asked. "Or was an act of senseless violence?"

"No information on who did," North answered. "Although Black will say that we did and his Undead were defending themselves."

"And our side will see it as more bloodshed in this war that the vampires caused," Jack finished.

"So what do we do?" Tooth asked. She folded her arms. She didn't share Bunnymund's view that all the vampires were bad people but she still didn't like the vampires very much.

"We can't do anything – yet," North said.

"Bunnymund won't like doing nothing," Tooth said.

"I didn't say we won't be doing nothing," North said. "I said we can't do anything."

"That's the same," Tooth said.

North sighed again. "I'll talk to Manny about this. Maybe he will have an idea. Jack, want to come?"

"Sure," Jack said. Manny wasn't someone who you normally get to talk to. He would be all mysterious and silent.

"Tooth you come too," North said. "Sandy you follow as well, Manny wants to see all of us."

Jack followed North through the tunnels until they came to the very heart of the tunnels underground Burgess. Manny didn't live in the States. He was a Nomad and preferred to wander. Jack knew he was originally from England or something like that, might have been Normandy.

They soon arrived where they needed to go. They soon found Bunnymund waiting for them. Manny worked in mysterious ways. Bunnymund looked as confused as the others did but he didn't question it. Not everyone could understand Manny – well except for North. Somehow he could speak the same secret language that Manny spoke.

North gestured for them to enter the room and they did so. When they came, Jack couldn't see Manny at all. He could sense that there was someone in the room. There was a shadow of someone in the shadows. Manny preferred it that way. As the first werewolf, he had certain scars all of his body which he feels like would scare people.

"What can we do for you?" North asked.

"Danger," came a raspy voice. "Death Dealers, here for you."

A/N: So this is my idea for a Vampire AU story. It is based off the Underworld Vampires and Werewolves - to an extent (Underworld is a amazing series of movie, highly recommended, if you have seen them, there will be heaps of references that you will get - such as Dead Dealers). It will also have my added touch thrown in. This will not be a Twilight Vampire story. No Sparkling Vampires in this story. I'll be writing this alongside my other story Starstruck (which should have an update in a day or two hopefully). Anyway, I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter. Should I continue? Please review =)