Confrontation or Negotiation

For a while, they just stared at each other, thinking if they should push to attack. If she grabbed him like that again, there was nothing he could do to stop himself from being either bitten or snapped in half. Jarren started talking, "Look, I don't think either of us want to fight, so, why don't we just talk for a second alright?"

She gives a small nod, Jarren almost missed it. "I generally don't give my captors any courtesy." Her eyes dart to the now fallen note that came with her. "So your Alis? The prick who gave them some shit to paralyze me?"

"No, I'm Jarren. Alis is my sister, she was doing this odd job as a way to pay back what she owes me. She doesn't live here though, believe it or not she actually left today and won't be in town for a month."

"So why did she ask them to give me to you?"

"She didn't ask for any reward specifically, they put it up to interpretation I guess."

She looks around, the room until her eyes rest on a photo of a blonde woman and two children, one obviously being jarren, the other the supposed Alis who provided the potion. "How convenient. You take purely after your dad or something?"

"No I was adopted, witches rarely give birth to boys in general, much less boys who can do magic, and those who do are superstitious and think of them as ill omens."

"Oh. So what does that make you? A wizard?"

"Wizard, sorcerer, warlock, depends on who you ask."

"Huh."

An awkward silence followed, despite this Jarren tried to pick up a conversation again. "So what's your name?"

"Call me Dove, most of us got rid of our real names years ago," She visibly tenses and shakes her head, "Ok enough fucking around, am I free to go or are you going to try keeping me here?"

Jarren thinks for a second, "I actually think you can't leave, see, if I let you go, then once they realize your still alive, er, un-alive, they will come after me since they now know where I live because of my damn sister."

Dove gets angrier and clutches the couch cushion tighter to her, "If you let me out I can deal with them all myself."

"With what?" Jarren retorts, "You've lost all your money, weapons and whatever else you had because you stole from their boss."

"FIRST OF ALL, WHOS FAULT IS THAT!?" She's practically seething, "Second of all, did it ever occur to you that maybe they are a bunch of pieces of shit, cmon you've had to heard SOME of the stuff they've done right?"

"To be fair, you vampires have way too much drama constantly going on to possibly keep track of it all, especially from an outsiders perspective."

Jarren looks down, thinking to himself. Well, its not like I can ask Alis to fix her mess. "Ok. Lets make a deal. I help you get rid of these guys if in return, you stay here and don't alert a bunch of vamps that I let you go."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I have to keep you here the hard way." He slightly raises his hands.

She looks away for a second, thinking of her odds in a fight and if maybe she should take the deal. "Alright, fine. I accept the deal. Now can I get something to wear already?" Jarren goes into his room and grabs one of his jackets, a black one that barely covered her crotch and ass when standing, not that Jarren was complaining. She was too massive for his pants, his sweat pants fit her tightly, but they fit.

"So what are you going to do about blood? I still need to eat you know."

"I have some animal blood stored, any prefrences?"

"Preferably pig blood, its similar to human blood."

After some time Jarren comes back with a blood bag of pigs blood. Dove takes it and immediately bites it. He watches as the skin of her cheeks and throat become more colorfull, as if she was alive again.

"You have a staring problem?"