Romeo and Juliet: A Vampire and Werewolf Love Story by H.T. Night Read Free Book Online Page A

time for all of us to take a stand to show , once and for all , that our immortality will forever and always be superior to those who can connect and bear the rays of the sun. ”
    This was exactly what I wanted to avoid.
    “What good will that do?” I asked. “ All that will cause is and all - o Kt s0"> hut war between both sides. ”
    “ Are y ou being foolish, Romeo,” Mercutio answered. “ We already have that. The only way it can stop is for one side to dominate the other one. As long as these bloodsuckers think they can even hold our jocks, we will continue to live in fear. ” Mercutio was giving a sermon for the ages and he was definitely stirring up some of my cousins.
    “Calm down, Mercutio,” I said. “You’re getting everyone excited.”
    “He has a point, Romeo ,” Ben said. “It ’ s time for the cream to rise to the top, and there is no better cream than a wolf’s filth .”
    “Very charming, Ben,” I said.
    “Are you getting soft, Romeo!” Abram asked.
    “You tell me . How did it feel having a face ful l of mud? ” I said to Abram. “I ’ m not being soft. I ’ m being realistic. You all think this is what we need to do so there will be peace. You want to kill to show our dominance, and somehow that will make peace? Are you kidding me? ”
    “Easy there , cou sin,” Benvolio said. “Let’s just drink up and make our way to the Bronx and have ourselves a bash , compliments of the Ruling House of Verona . ”
    Then Benvolio looked to Abram and said, “ We might have a bash in more ways than o ne . That just remains to be seen. Let ’ s just get to Yankee Stadium.”
    “It is the house that Ruth built,” Mercutio laughed.
    “Yeah, whatever that means, ” I said . “You all are crazy. ”
    “Oh, Romeo, what do you suggest we do >? Go there and be friends with those guys? ” Abram asked.
    “There’s a time for change,” I said looking at my cousins and friends. “ Maybe tonight , this is our time.”
    “For change?” Benvolio asked. “ Romeo has gotten soft. This is the same guy who beat a Capulet to a pulp a few months back.”
    “That is true,” I said. “But... maybe I see the error of my ways.”
    Merc utio had had enough. “ I ’ m not sure what has gotten into you , my dear friend. I ’ m hoping a fifth of tequila ex o rcises that demon out of you. I need my bad-ass wing man back. This new Romeo is all about butterflies and roses. ” Then Mercutio took a swig of tequila.
    “Give me that,” I said .
    Then I put down the tequila , too . This went on for about an hour. During the whole time, all I could think about was how I kn e w there was change around the corner, and that was getting me more and more excited.
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    Eventually, the tequila bottles were empty and it was time for Mercutio to perform some magic and make me a costume. Luckily, Mercutio ha d just about anything at his disposal with his witchery. Before we kn e w i t, he had conjured up for me an old - school Dracula costume from movies of years gone by. I had a ca pe and everything. My brown hair was slick ed< Nont0"n> font><
span> back , and for my money , I thought I looked damn good.
    It was time for us to head over to the Bronx. The Bronx was pretty much only good for one thing : Yankee Stadium. It was the off season, so it was an accessible revenue for a kick - ass party, and no one knew how to throw a party like the Ruling H ouse of Verona.
    Yankee Stadium was on 161 st S treet and for most of the out - of - town folks ’ sake, it was not so great of an area. But to a family of werewolves and vampires , it was as good a place as any to throw a bash .
    We took the subway and made a transfer to get to the “ 4 ” train. It was a straight shot to the Bronx and the 161 st S treet. We were a sight to behold for others on the subway. It wasn’t Halloween and here we were, about twenty men dressed in costumes that ranged from gorilla suits to Tarzan.
    Dressed as Count