It was always the same old stuff, day after day for Jezebel. There was never anything new and exciting, her family had the power to rule the city yet they never took the ambition to do so. Humans were merely play toys, and the others like her that came about were just puppies. They didn’t want her. They wanted the status they received by marrying her. But one day someone new came into the neighborhood, someone that was different than the others, powerful yet unique. True, others have come and gone who were like this girl but there was something else about her, something that drew Jezebel’s attention.
It wasn’t long before the girls met and became friends. They both wanted someone to share their thoughts with, someone to go out with. But one night they became more than friends. Jezebel went searching for Adara after her parents tried forcing yet another wolf on her, she didn’t want a mate, she wanted to be free. Adara knew that Jezebel was coming, after all she was the one that convinced Jezzy’s parents to have this suitor go after her, her plan was working to a T. As the knock sounded at the door Adara answered it with open arms to her dear old friend. Before Jezebel knew what was happening she was being undressed, and Adara’s lips covered hers. This was something new, something different, but still something that was enjoyable.
After their first night of passion they had many more, Adara would spend some nights talking to Jezebel, telling her that together they could rule the city all they had to do was get rid of some of the ones that were against it. Jezebel lit up at the idea of ruling the city and all who dwelled in it. It was decided, together they would destroy the old and make way for the new. Little did Jezebel know that the new did not include her family. The moon was shining bright the night they chose to destroy the old. They had a following behind them that had the same ambitions they did, cut out the old and bring in the new. Jezebel headed north with her flock, while Adara headed south; they were to meet back at the main park once the task was done.
The park filled with bloodied figures as they came back one by one, their task complete. Adara was pleased with herself, she had convinced Jezebel to take the north side, which left her the south side and Jez’s family and friends to her. The job was done and they all headed home to rest. Jezebel walked into her house and was greeted by the scent of blood, her mind raced as she climbed up the stairs and followed the stench, her brothers, her parents, they were all beheaded, one door right after the other showed the same scene. Before she knew what was happening her feet carried her out of the house and through town until she was at Adara’s place rage raced through her body as she waited for the door to open. Finally she was let in, Adara had a calm smile on her face, playing the sweet and innocent lover, after all she was all Jezebel had left now. A look of shock and concern was plastered on Adara’s face as Jezebel told her about what she found at her home. Adara took her in and comforted her, she knew that she had won, the city was hers now and there was no way to stop her. The other werewolves followed Jezebel, and now that the old ones were out of the picture the vampires could come back in and of course they would look to the one who opened the city back up to them. Together the two opened up businesses and began to get things back under way. The humans began to idolize these powerful beings that looked like them but had a beauty and grace that no ordinary human could possibly have. They began to flock to the clubs, begging for the attention of one of the privileged, they wanted to be changed, they wanted to be toyed with, they just wanted to be one of them.
Jezebel and Adara ruled the city together for a couple years but Jez was always suspicious about that one night, she never stopped wondering what really happened there. Finally she found out the truth, her family wasn’t killed by a random person they were killed by her lover. She wanted to hurt Adara more than anything else, she knew that the only thing the girl loved was her power and her cat. Those could both be taken away from her, one more easily than the other could. As far as Adara knew Jezebel was just taking Kitty Cat for her normal walk through town, but that wasn’t the case. As Jezebel took Kitty Cat out of sight she pulled out her machete, and slit the jugular, as the life oozed out of the white tiger she lapped some of it up before, taking out her other knife and skinning the gorgeous beast. Once she was finished she let some of the other wolves deal with the carcass while she went and made a nice little rug out of the fur. Days passed and Jezebel was beside Adara looking for Kitty Cat, but she was nowhere to be found. Finally Adara’s birthday came around, Jezebel handed her a big package, inside was a lovely fur rug. She looked on with anticipation as Adara unwrapped the gift. “Next time it won’t be Kitty Cat that I’ll skin.” With that she turned and headed out the door and to the north side of town where the rest of her wolves lived.
Jezebel and Adara were no longer lovers or friends; instead there was a bitter hatred that ran deep between the two. They wanted to slit one another’s throats and they wanted to rule the city. It wasn’t a feud just between the two it was feud between the different species, the werewolves held their ground in the north and the vampires in the south, while the humans were stuck in between forced to choose sides. Paris the city of war, money, power, sex, and so much more. Do you have what it takes to live there?