Yes, you have your first encounter with the vampires

You walk carefully and watch out for any dark creature you might accidentally meet. But for a long time, the only person you see is a homeless man collecting bottles. As you see the peek of the college dorm behind the houses around you, you believe that you will not be meeting any more magic creatures today. But you are wrong.

Around 100 meters away from the entrance of the college campus you meet a girl around your age or a bit younger. You assume she is a student like you from another year who gets home late just like you but a man steps out of the shadows of a dark alley behind you. He looks like he is around 40 years old, wears an elegant shirt in black and his face is shaved with a stylish beard around the cheeks.

Finally, a woman who looks like she is around 45 in red jeans and an expensive looking red leather jacket appears on the other side of the street. All three walk straight towards you and block any ways to avoid them. You are not sure if they are muggers or if this has a connection with the magic world but when they all are only a few meters away from you, they start grinning and show you incredible long and sharp canines. These three are vampires. You stumble backward to a wall and try to keep all three in your sight.

“Hey, handsome,” the woman says with a quite melodic voice, “what are you doing all alone here in the middle of the night? Do you want us to keep you company?”

“You smell strange,” the man growls dangerously, “a smell I hate more than everything else. Do you have a … dog at home?”

When he comes closer you see a few long scars on his neck. They disappear under his shirt, but you immediately know what caused them. The scars have the same spacing as the claws of Jenny. This man fought a werewolf. Maybe even your girlfriend?

“Is he the werewolf that the great mother talked about?” the young vampire asks a little confused.

“No, you idiot,” the male vampire hisses angry, “if he would be the creature, he would have transformed by now. But he isn’t confused. You know one of the beasts. Tell me their name!”

There is no way to step back anymore so you look around but there is nothing that could help you. The only thing you see is an empty bottle. It’s a very ineffective weapon, but you grab it to defend yourself anyway.

“Oh, he is afraid of us,” the woman says amused, “don‘t you like us? Or are you afraid we are hungry?”

“He should be,” the male vampier says sharply, “tell me the name of the beast, boy. Tell me and I will end your life quickly.”

“Why always use ****, Gordon?” the woman asks sweetly, “are you afraid to not be the only man in your small family anymore. Afraid to not be the great mother's favorite lover anymore? Or is it your … daughter, that you fear could like this weak little human more than you? Not that this would be hard considering the way you treat her.”

Then out of nowhere, she rushes towards you faster than any human could ever be. In less than half a second she gets in front of you, slaps the bottle out of your hand, and pushes you to the wall so hard that it drives the air out of your lungs. You can’t talk or move but instead of hurting you, she stares deeply into your eyes.

Your body feels relaxed and you feel calm despite your precarious position. “Listen to my voice, handsome boy!” the woman says and something makes you think of it as a good idea to follow, “you like me! You like me very much! You want to do anything for me! You want to tell me the name of the beast! Her name, address, and everything you know about her pack. Don’t fight your love for me. Just tell me how much you want me. Think about how much you want the honor to serve the great mother as a loyal ****!”