Fly down to the town.

Ignoring the knocking you change into mist again and seep out through on the window. Once outside you change into the form of a bat and fly down to the village.

Once there you find that many of the houses have crosses and crucifixes nailed to their shutters and doors that seem to cause you physical pain just to look upon and create an impenetrable barrier to you. Obviously the people have discovered a fool-proof remedy to your predations. You feel both rage at their presumption and pride that, as an alpha predator, you have strengthened the herd.

Speaking of predators, you hear a scream coming from a dark alley between two houses and see a young, buxom, blonde woman dressed as a bar-wench hobble out into the light pursued by three men with hunger in their eyes. You can smell blood coming from the woman and see a drop running down her chin from a split lip. While you are drawn to this blood your instinct to confront other predators in your territory takes precedence. You know that what they want is different from your desires but even so they are rivals for your prey.

You fly down and reform yourself into a human in front of them. They are fools or too driven by their own desires, likely both, and do not flee when they see your power, instead pulling out clubs to confront you. You have not fed tonight and perhaps, were they more knowledgeable as to your weaknesses, and ten times the number, they may stand a chance. As it is you make short work of them and are able to drink your fill of their blood. Once your thirst is sated you stop to write a message in their blood “WOLVES AMONG MY SHEEP SHALL DIE!”

You turn back to the woman who is watching you with eyes full of terror. You can see she thinks that she has escaped defilement only to loose her life. However, you are fully sated with blood and have no interest in taking any from her. Still, as often happens when your thirst is satisfied, the hot blood has awakened another hunger in you that her heaving bosom and vulnerability are only adding to.

You look into her terrified eyes and take hold of her will. “Forget” you command “Forget being attacked by these loathsome creatures. Forget the **** I did to them. Remember me offering to escort you home. Remember agreeing.” You see her injuries that, if they remain, will only confuse her given her new memories. You open a vein on your wrist with your fangs. “Drink!” you command putting your wrist to her lips. She does so and you watch as your blood heals her injuries. You also see her complexion redden as the blood awakens her own primal desires. “Forget you have drunk my blood!” you tell her wiping the last of it from her mouth. You break eye contact.

“Shall we go”” you ask.

“Of course.” she says “My home is this way.”

You follow her to her house as she makes flirtatious small talk and moves closer to you “for warmth on this cold misty night”. As you reach her door you ask: “Do you live alone?”