[indent][indent]He nodded his head and walked to the door leading to the front of the building, holding it open for her. He waited until she followed him to the side of the building at the patio-type area that had tables during lunch time during the summer. He turned to face her, and he sat on the top of the table. He honed in on his sensitive hearing and could tell no one was within hearing distance. He could not smell any scents close to them to hear their conversation. 

"I know who you are. I don't remember your real name. But believe me when I say that you are in no way safe in this world. No matter where you go, he will find you. No matter who you talk to, he can get to them. But I want you to trust me. I know you do not trust me at the slightest bit, but I need you to. I'm not going to ask you to re-live your memories. I'm not going to ask you about the experience. And when I ask you this next question, please be honest. 

Did anything about the person seem abnormal to you? Did he seem almost, non-human?" he asked.

He could tell he was being very pushy. He knew that by making her talk that she was jeopardizing her life, her parents, and anyone she ever cared about. But in reality, he needed to know these things. He needed to know if a vampire was heading into their territory. Werewolves had a treaty with the vampires dating back thousands of years. Although they both hated each other, the treaty was never to be broken or else there would be an all out war against one another, possibly bringing their existence to light. 

If this vampire was to invade Polina, then they had a shit storm heading their way. [/indent][/indent]