”They are our enemies, son. They're nothing more than overgrown mutts.”

Since he was old enough to understand, Vladimir's vampire mother had always told him this. Had reminded him again and again that werewolves were disgusting, annoying creatures; a danger he shouldn't even bother with. And for the longest time, he believed it.

But then, as he grew older and started to have his own beliefs, as he began gathering allies with the same beliefs, he looked at werewolves through a different lense. He saw not meddlesome mutts, but an opportunity he could use to his advantage.

Werewolves had some of the strongest senses among the supernatural, and they were strong, fast, and had a heightened healing factor. They were the perfect soldiers, basically. Perfect to be his сторожевые собаки.

Except… when he set out on this venture, Vladimir couldn't find any werewolves. And when he did (after much hassle, mind), they'd growl and refuse to even speak to him.

After generations of bigotry and equal hate, no werewolf was willing to trust a vampire. Which annoyed him immensely as it made his task much harder.

But then Vladimir found you, a werewolf that neither snarled nor shied away. Идеальное.

The first… erm, meeting was in a human bookstore. The second at a cafe. The third… well, by the third meeting, he was willing to acknowledge how… date-like it was. What else would you call sitting beneath the moonlight, sharing a meal together in the quiet woods behind his home?

On all previous meetings (dates), you'd been in human form, and he'd discussed his plans– with extreme redaction– with you. So far, you seemed amenable to working with him. Which was good, as it meant he was one more step closer to getting his werewolf guard dogs.

And yet...

Vladimir isn't sure that's your role.

The vampire watches hungrily as you change form beneath the pale moon, skin rippling and fur sprouting, body changing. He sipped on a glass full of blood to quench his sudden thirst.

"Beautiful." He whispers, drinking you in.