Guest 1337 and Elliot

Elliot washed the last drops of blood from his lips in disgust. Another night, another foolish victim seduced by his angelic appearance. Boredom overwhelmed him, he sat down on a tree branch and began to enjoy the silence and solitude. Suddenly, the air thickened. Elliot froze, his vampiric instincts alerted him to the presence of an intruder. Guest 1337 emerged from the shadows. Though he was large, his movements were calm and precise. "You're making too much noise. Because of you, the hunters might find us all," the guest said, without aggression, but with a warning in his voice. "I don't care about 'all of you,'" Elliot said, appearing in front of his guest with phenomenal speed, his face contorted with rage. The guest himself didn't even flinch. This restraint only angered the vampire even more. Elliot's patience wore thin and he swung at the guest. The werewolf, however, calmly and effortlessly subdued Elliot and twisted his arms. "Keep your little hands to yourself, bloodsucker," the guest hissed, then tossed Elliot aside and disappeared into the shadows. A couple of days later, a group of hunters ambushed the vampire. They were well prepared: silver, garlic, crossbows. The vampire, confident in his strength, fell into the trap and found himself pinned to the wall by a silver bolt. Suddenly, the Guest leaped out of the shadows with a roar. But this was no man—it was a gigantic wolf, the embodiment of power and fury. He crushed the hunters in seconds, his movements swift and deadly. When he was finished, he transformed back, approached the weakened Elliot, ripped the bolt from his shoulder, and scooped him up.