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"Get away from me, you bleedin bloodsucker." the injured werewolf ( although in human form ) said.
"Now, that's no way to treat your new master. Look over there in that alley. What do you see?"
He glances over there, then returns his gaze of pure hatred back at you.
"Bloody corpses."
"That's right", you say to him, "You killed them, do you really think the guards will allow you to live? Even if you could fight them off, and you can't, not right now, you will never be allowed in this province, or perhaps even in the entire kingdom."
He stares at you, then answers.
"What do you want?"
"I want this hostility between us to end. Stay as my servant, I've been getting quite the entourage as of late, one more won't hurt. Be obedient, and I will hide you, maybe even protect you if you please me."
"I'd rather die than work for you." he says without even a bit of hesitation.
"Shame." you say, raising your hand to snap his neck.
"You two!" shouts out Arianne, having just ( unfortunately ) woken up.
"Woman! What were you doin with the likes of him?" asks the werewolf to his wife.
"This fine gentleman offered to hire me as his escort. Don't get that look on your face, I know what I'm doing."
"This "fine gentleman" isn't going to hire you as a bloody prostitute, he's gonna turn you into a blood cow!"
"I don't care, he's gonna to pay me a nice bit o' gold for it."
"You're a greedy lass, just like your father."
You sense some tension around this subject, and for some unfathomable reason, you probe further.
"You're father?" you ask Arianne.
"Yes, he's a bit of a crime lord. He and his boys usually work near Gulham Port, down south. He got me married to this sniveling pup", she gestures to the werewolf, "because his big werewolf dad couldn't pay a debt."
"My father's a good man, and a better werewolf. He's killed dozens, no, hundreds, yes that's right, of your kind" he directs at you, with a scowl.
Ah, an opportunity. You gladly seize it.
"Yes, I'm sure your father is a powerful and undoubtedly respected werewolf. Now, tell me, what would he think of his son, a son who had just been beaten senseless by a vampire youngling like me?" you reply with a sly smile.
A vague fear grows in his eyes, and you can almost hear his mind racing. A werewolf with daddy issues, who knew?
"Alright, I'll come with ya, just don't tell anybody about our fight."
"Deal. Oh, and you have to keep your collar on your leg." you say, with just a bit of satisfaction.
"Arianne, help him up."
Arianne helps her husband up, whispering scoldings and reminders into his ear. What an odd couple, you think to yourself.
Before you forget, you head to the already fly-ridden corpses in the ally. If there was one lesson from Francis you took to heart, it was to always loot any nearby corpses, especially if they might have something valuable on them.
I don't care if you're bleeding, burning, or blinded, if you miss an opportunity to loot something, you're not a real vampire, you remember your maker saying.
There's one corpse in particular that interests you. The bold and brave mercenary. In his hand is a short-sword, of regular steel but made with surprisingly good craftsmanship. You gladly take it for yourself.
Turning around, you head to the werewolf.
"What's your name, by the way?"
"...Benjamin. Friends call me Ben."
Sorry this took so long, hope you liked it. Another ( albeit reluctant ) member of your entourage. Benjamin the werewolf, be careful around him. He may submissive now, but in the future, things could change. Just saying.
So, what now?