So, I have a question for you folks: A vampire and a werewolf walk into a bar. Which one goes ballistic first?
The first one from all the drunk people in the bar, i.e. the only way to imbibe alcohol to rid oneself of the stench of the wolf. The second one, just from the horrible horrible rage-inducing stench of the vampire, and perhaps sudden culture-shock of the massive stupidity of drunkenness.
I hear you say, what moon is it? It's not the moon that's the problem here...
If anything, it's the lack thereof.
Idealistically, the wolf would be the vampire's shadow, worshiping the very ground he walks on. Oh, the merry love of all things imaginary, where delusions become reality, and insanity reigns supreme...