At least Dennis had thought he was the only vampire in town. As he watched the wizards coming and going across the square, he spotted a familiar face. Well, it was the hair, actually.
He got a little closer, just to be sure, but he held back when he confirmed it was that Jander fellow. Fuck! Now he remembered he had been asked to meet with him a couple of months before. Fuckity fuck.
He never did reply to that note, nor did he show up (he was a little burned and licking his wounds at the time.) He figured he could follow Jander for a bit, see what he was up to. If luck was with him, he'd avoid Jander, and the guy would leave town. Somehow, he suspected he'd have to toe the line if Jander planned on being in town as well.
Fuck! He stayed in the darkest shadows, slowly taking a drag on his cigarette as he watched.