A Torn Battlefield-Werewolves

Gleaming fangs dove into white, vampire flesh, gnawing away to the bone, hungry for death.
"Come on, we've got to move on," spoke a tanned young fellow, black hair shining with styling gel, and green eyes staring coldly down the passageway.
Dead bodies fell across the path in disarray, some hopelessly grasping at the air with dead fingers. Vampires, these poor dead souls were, the ones who had lived and fought so long to be killed off in minutes by merciless lycans.
The man shook his head in disgust, kicking a rather stiff corpse aside, out of his way. The were beside him whimpered softly as he released the dead vamp from his clutch and followed the man, waking on all fours with fearful curiosity.
His sharp canine teeth endlessly dripped with blood, it seemed, and his carefully honed claws clicked as he walked on the cobblestone road.
"We've a mission to finish, Nate. We don't have time to raid every body of its blood. I haven't the same odd interests as you, unfortunately." The man ceased his speech and stopped in his tracks when he saw what lay ahead.
Nathaniel, looking up at the astonishing sight, quickly morphed back into human form and stood by the man in bewilderment.

Both forms looked on with awe in their eyes. A dark, looming castle stood several hundred feet high, with ebonite towers guarding its every corner. A dark cloud hung overhead, and spewed rain upon the stone walls, drenching it endlessly. Large stained-glass windows wer dark and barely noticeable, while glaring gargoyles seemed to leap out at passing people. A long and winding path wove itself to the castle, with occasional decaying skulls and skeletons lining it.
It took the men nearly an hour to comprehend the sight, and even then did they stall longer. Out of words which to speak, their hungry mouths still agape in amazement, they soon carried on down the path of unknown things.
It was almost dark when they reached the castle, though the sky around the castle had been dark for quite some time. The shorter one, the lycan, was fairly tired and had been begging for a rest every twenty steps they took; but finally they had arrived, and had to venture no further. Or so they thought.

Assuming the mansion was the Vampires' Headquarters, the taller man knew it unwise to wak through the front door, and set off to find another way in. Around the enormous fortress he went, while the lycan stayed behind.
Nathaniel Von Ulf, the lycan, decided to send a message back to the Lycan HQ of this discovery, and sat against the cold stone wall while he searched through his knapsack for a two-way radio. Before he could find it, however, the door beside him burst open, a couple of people spilling out. Startled, he grasped the sack with both hands, stood, and backed up. Vampires, he suspected they were, and feared for a moment that he had been found out.
"And stay out!!" called a voice from within the great fortress, loud and deep. The beings stood with their backs to him, facing the now closed door. Taking one step backward in hope that he could escape before they noticed his presence, Nate made barely any noise as he stepped back, one foot at a time. But it was to no avail. The short figures turned to face him, dark faces menacing but calm.
"Ooh, a lycan!" shouted one being. "It's been awhile since we got to play with one of them."
"Yeah," replied the other. "That last one sure was tasty, though." The bemused look upon their faces should have given the lycan some clue, but fear had taken over his senses, and their remarks only made him more nervous.
"Silly werewolf," chided one of the two. "I thought you were smarter than to assume we were vampires. Guess I was wrong."
Pointing to herself, the being introduced both herself and the other. "I'm Odessa, and this is Eff. We're elves."
Nate was quite embarrassed at his own stupidity, I mean, how could he not know they were elves? But he smiled handsomely when an awkward pause came.
"Well, don't be dumb. What's your name, boy?" Eff asked.
Nate felt like smacking his forehead, but instead reached out a hand. "The name's Nathaniel Von Ulf."
Odessa shook his hand gently and smiled with bright green eyes. She was rather tall, for an elf, but still short compared to humans. Long black hair fell loosely down her back, tied at the end with an emerald ribbon. Pale skin glowed and shone in the dark grey air, and elegantly pointed ears poked through the curtain of hair. She wore a green tunic over a black long sleeved shirt, and a black skirt with gargoyles embroidered at the hem. She looked well put together, for someone to throw her out.
Eff was not nearly as pretty as Odessa, but had a striking look about her. Dark eyelashes outlined dark eyes, and light hair was highlighted with black dye, almost opposite the typical set of highlights, light dye against dark hair. Long earrings hung down from her pointed ears, not as graceful as Odessa's. Her apparel was plain compared to Odessa's, and it seemed she was the elf's opposite.
Nate gave a cheeky smile and nodded when Eff said, "What is such a were doing around these parts?"
The elf shook her head and tried again. "Why are you snooping around?"
Finally, the lycan paid some attention and responded. "Me and my assisin friend are on a hunt. Seems some vamps are spying on our Lycan Organization meetings, finding out our battle plans."
Odessa nodded an understanding and asked softly, "What lead you here?" She gestured toward the fortress.
Aym thought a moment and said, "The scent of dead vampires grew stronger along the path, so we figured we were getting closer. And, what do you know, we found their headquarters!"
The girls giggled with amusement. Odessa decided to tell the confused were.
"This is no vampire fortress, you dumb wolf. This merely the center for all races. A town of racial equality. And, if you're fighting in the war, you're not allowed in." The elves had such amusement built up inside that finally they burst into laughter, trying to speak between laughs but deperately failing, only to laugh even harder.
Nate's face was red with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Tearing emotion away for a moment, he asked with a sly face, "Then why were you two thrown out?"
Odessa stopped laughing and replied, with a wipe of her brow, "They're not too fond of us picking fights all the time." Eff nodded and confessed, "Apparently, if you leave someone with a permanent scar, you've gone too far and need to be "institutionalized." She made quotations with her fingers.
The lycan rose a brow in surprise. He had not expected them to be so brute, but then again, he hadn't expected them to be elves, or the castle-like place to be a walled town.
Screams came from within the castle, loud and strong, a frightening song of fear. The door again burst open and people came running out, hands in the air, yelling something like, "Murderous insanity!" and "The horror!"
One faerie, noticing Nate and the elves as she fled from the castle, stopped and said between gasps for breath, "The demon! The great apocalypse! She comes in the shape of a man, snuck in past guards and mercillesly slashes our livestock, sets fire to our houses, kills our kinsmen! The disgusting insanity of it all!"
She stayted not long, and fled from sight, leaving the three in a blur of confusion, all trying to make sense of the faerie's words.
Finally, things fell into place in the lycan's mind and he realized what must have gone on.
The man, his assassin friend, had gotten inside the castle somehow, Nate figured, and, thinking the residents were vampiric fiends, had set his hand of chaos upon them, torching their houses and mutilating their chicken. Nate quietly chuckled to himself, quite amused at the image of the young assassin running around, chasing chicken with his hands waving in the air and a rebellious yell escaping his mouth. Of course, this was all in Nate's imagination, how he turned it into a comical image.
Snapping back to reality, where the people fled like mad, Nate pushed his way through the crowd, against the flow, which proved nearly impossible, but finally made it through to the fortress doors into the vacant courtyard. A few late escapees hurried past him as he stared on and laughed at his accomplice. Only he could be so clueless, being so dumb, and yet so courageous and confident at the same time. The man swung with an agile armknocking down the remains of a small one-room house, which soon turned into a heap of rubble. He laughed at the accomplishment, and moved on to a cluster of startled chickens, who were squawking and clucking in such a manner that it only thrilled the assassin more to kill them. Bringing out his long, bloodied sword, he brought it down fast upon them, again and again, until all that lay before him was a pile of blood and feathers upon a mass of chicken flesh and carcasses. The morbid sight gave him great pleasure, until he turned around to see his accomplice staring at him through the dust.
Nate gave a low, threatening growl, warning him of what might result. "You weren't supposed to attack!" he snarled. "You were only supposed to spy and get valuable information. But instead, you kill their chickens?" There was a small amount of sarcasm as he spoke, but the harshness overruled and kept the assassin in small fear.
"But--" started the assassin.
"If you would have laid low, you would've seen that this is anything but a vampire headquarters." He sighed, rubbed his head, and continued. "You were supposed to notify me when you got in."
The asassin laughed and choked out the following words with a sense of disbelief and sarcasm: "You honestly thought I'd tell you when I got in? You didn't think I'd be attacked upon arrival?!" His face was dripping with perspiration, worked up from the destructive tasks he'd committed just seconds before.
The lycan sighed and dropped the conversation, still furious at the asassin's foolish mistake. He turned to the elves, gesturing for them to come nearer. As they made their cautious approach, Odessa laughed at the asassin, who was scratching his head in thought.
"So this is our vicious captor?" she mused. The asassin smirked sarcastically and replied with a scowl.
"How very smart a remark. I should thank you, but then again... I'd rather not." With this, he turned and soldiered off through the gate without more than a grunt of tiredness.
Nate paid no heed to the squabble and continued his conversation with the two elves, intent on gaining their company for the mission. He took a small parchment from his sack and handed it to Eff, trusting her with the plans and targets of their mission.
"So, what do you think?" he asked, offering them a share of the reward he was sure they'd receive for their bravery and loyalty. It was rubbish, of course, because both the men were wanted in their society as much as Eff and Odessa were wanted in theirs.