[ WP ] Werewolves and vampires are still around , long after most humans have been enslaved or eliminated by the AI uprising . Now it 's time to give those robots something they were n't calculating for .

`` General, we've got, ahem, visitors?'' 
 
 `` What? I told the other bases to send everything via the encrypted broadcasts,'' said General Jones. 
 
 `` Yes, it seems these folks were able to make it past the machines.'' 
 
 `` Well send them in. I'm not getting anywhere staring at these deployments.'' He wanted to add `` And it really does not matter'' but one never showed despair in front of subordinates. 
 
 The leader of the `` visitors'' stepped in. He was dressed in some form of ancient-looking leather armor. Very ancient. He was also incredibly pale, which was saying something now that humanity lived underground. 
 
 `` Hello, General Jones. Pleased to make your acquaintance.'' The man bowed formally. `` I am here to offer our assistance in your hour of need.'' 
 
 `` What? How can you help?'' Jones wanted to laugh. A few rag tag survivors coming to help certainly would not change much. Maybe a few seconds of resistance longer. 
 
 `` Ah, I am glad you asked. I was afraid we would not be taken seriously after all these years in hiding. You see, we are... well, we are the Blood. We have joined with the Fang to come to your aid lest everything be lost.'' 
 
 `` Beg your pardon? Blood? Fang? What are you talking about?'' The General regarded him as one insane, and was just about to ask the Major to escort him to the civilian camps, when the war turned against the machines. 
 
 The Blood standing in front of the general demonstrated his power. He *shifted* and stood next to the General, crossing the room in a split second, fangs showing, eyes black as night. `` You would call us vampires and werewolves, though we discarded those names centuries ago. Our prey is being threatened. We have come to you as shepherds should. To protect the flock from wolves. Pardon the phrasing.'' The Blood nodded over to the previously silent individual in the corner. 
 
 `` Heh, I know their idioms just like you. We're here to save these idiots from themselves, not quarrel as we have done for so long. No insult taken.'' 
 
 The Fang, Jones assumed, stood upright at 7 feet easily, barrel-chested, and Jones wanted to enlist him then and there. 
 
 `` Ahem, you are... well, that is... hmmm. Come again?'' 
 
 `` Fang, Blood, wolf, vampire. It'll sink in. When it does, let us know how best to save you,'' the Fang said.
