It had all gone well. Too well actually. So well that it was almost boring. Almost. There was hardly a challenge when they began, what little resistance they afford was done in by sheer and utter violence. Cutting off the heads of the snakes was merely a first step in the rise to terror, the tail and body was next.

"Not quite so my boy. He would retain all memories, yet I feel it is far more fun to torment him as his comeuppance for daring to bargain with forces beyond his reach. Are you familiar with the tale of Doctor Faustus? Of course you are, silly of me to ask. Yet just as I was more than fantasy of fiction as time would have you forget me, perhaps there is more to this doctor than that is written in plays of him? I have fragments of his journals after all..."

Oddly tangential. However Bedivere soon took the form of a wolf, his suit folding in on itself as his body changed and became much furrier. Not Fluffier but bristled with dark coarse fur, sharpened teeth and hunting eyes. "I shall take on the skin of a wolf in your Honor My'Lady and escort Lord Varomere here to scope the hunting grounds. I am certain he is more than capable alone, but I would rather be with him than watch Lord Shane enjoy his meat, and perhaps three wolves are sufficient enough for a pack... Hence... I depart for the moment with the Vampires."

A boy and his dog? Well if his dog was a rather large wolven creature which began to spread an uneasy darkness around the town as its paws silently advanced.