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Those idiotic peasants are definitely going to die. Even in such a large group, the wolf could easily tear through them, or if wanted, pick them apart. Not even running away would help. Then again, running away wouldn't help you either. It's practically impossible to physically outrun a werewolf, and even if you got away, it could ( and would ) track you. Werewolves and vampires hate each other with a passion, and he certainly wasn't going to let you go, especially considering you stole his wife.
No you would have to fight. But you will fight on your own terms.
Silver is their weakness, that's what Francis always reminded me about...
Thinking in your usual rapid way, you grab the nearby candelabra and examine it. Pure silver. Plucking out the candles, you bend the candle holder together, and then you super-heat it using the torch. The extremely hot, remodeled candelabra burns your hand, but you ignore it.
Your keen senses of smell and hearing easily pick up the screams coming from the angry mob, along with the smell of their newly-dead corpses. Our furry friend was just finishing up it seemed. You shriek, a deathly cry that echoes into the night, and then you go to hide.
Outside, behind the butcher shop, a werewolf listens to a vampiric wail. It cautiously moves forward, and locates the source of the sound: the tavern. It seeks your cold flesh, it will not stop. The door, left open, is barely big enough to allow this gargantuan beast through. He, again very cautiously, enters.
Closer...closer..., you think to yourself.
The werewolf goes into the middle of the tavern, knocking aside a table and two chairs.
Now! you tell yourself.
You fall.
The wolf looks up, but it's too late. Of all the places he expected you to come from, he could never have imagined you jumping down on him from the rafters. With a mighty heave, you twist the steaming hot candelabra collar around the beast's large neck. He howls in pain, and throws you back, through the wall of the tavern.
After a few seconds, you jump up and find yourself outside in the middle of the village. To the west, you smell corpses, but your focus is in front of you. The werewolf turns around, roaring. It is still as strong as ever, but you can see the pain in his eyes. He moves slower, slow enough. You charge.
Stopping just in front of the beast, you spin on your left foot, kicking the wolf in the face with your right shin. It hurts, but it hurts the werewolf more. He manages to swipe you with his arm, sending you flying back, but you land on your feet. The impact wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. That's good. That means the wolf is weakening.
The werewolf stumbles out to meet you, but you're too quick. You somersault into the air, landing on his back again. You unsheathe your claws.
"Awwwwwoooooo!"
You furiously slash at his back with your nail claws, making cuts everywhere, until the entirety of his back is bleeding, and your hands are crimson red. He continues to fight, but vainly. Desperately, he tries to throw you off, but the collar, along with the great loss of blood has weakened him far too much. He collapses and you jump off in time.
Waiting patiently, you see him revert back to his human form. The silver collar slips off, and you tie it around his ankle, where it continues to burn his flesh. The new pain wakes him up.
"Wha?" he mumbles incoherently.
"Hello my furry canine friend. My name is Drake Mordant."
Do you guys think that was epic, or just so-so? I had a lot of fun writing it. What are you going to do with our new captive?
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