Teeth, and Magic Pt. 5

The council elf looked shocked. He was seated at the long oaken desk in the council chamber, with one empty chair beside him. He seemed not to know what to do without the old man.
“Uh...” He tried to say something, but failed miserably. I looked over at the werewolf who the elf had caged on the far right wall of the room. He looked to be waiting for something.
“Might I suggest that we go looking again?” The white vampire said, hoping to get out of this awkward position. I agreed completely with this statement.
“Uh...” The elf said again, “S..sure...” he finished. His face was pale and clammy.
“Let's go,” I muttered to the white vampire. He nodded and we left, thankfully.
Our search began as it had before, both of us going our separate ways and looking by ourselves. We found many mages, the white vampire would kill them on the spot while I would knock them out. Though our approaches were different, we both got our part of the job done.
In one day, we raided about forty mage's houses, none of them holding the handsome young mage we were looking for.
It was almost nightfall and I realized I was starting to get pale again. Another meal sounded great to me.
I leaped down the road looking for an ideal house to break into. Surprisingly, most houses had been abandoned after all the deaths that had taken place. I came to one house that seemed to still be populated and crept through the darkness towards it.
A window was unlocked and I crawled inside. The house seemed to be quite new and the furniture was shining leather. I liked it.
I moved to what I thought was the bedroom and slowly opened the door. The bed was empty.
I felt a tremendous pain on the back of my head. Something big and metal had just hit me. I tired to turn but the pain was excruciating. I fell down and stared blurredly at my attacker. The young handsome mage stood above me, frying pan in his hand.
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I awoke. My arms had been bound and I was hanging on what seemed to be a crucifix. My body had been burning, for if any part of me touched anything holy, I would burn. The back part of my body was in dreadful pain and I had not fed for what seemed like weeks. My head was swimming and my eyes were blurry.
“You have awoken,” Someone said. I tried to look up but my body was too weak. “I am surprised you are not dead, vampire,” The voice said.
“G...” I tried to say, Get me the fuck out of here!, but I was too weak to do anything.
“Now, now, do not try to struggle, or say anything for that matter, vampire,” the voice said, “I am going to let you down, now, okay?”
“Y..e....s” I managed to get out. The figure of the man untied my arms and legs. My body fell in a heap to the floor where I passed out from hunger and pain.1

I was awakened by someone shaking me. My body was still aching but I felt somehow replenished, as if someone had fed me while I was passed out. I was able to see clearly, for the most part, and looked at who shook me.
The young handsome mage was staring at me intently. I inspected him. His wrist had two bite marks in it, about the same size as mine.
“You...Fed me?” I asked. He nodded and took a drink from a glass of water he was holding.
“I could not bear to see anything in that much pain. Not even a vampire,” He said. I was lying down on what seemed to be a roman-age reclining sofa. I was comfortable, accept that my back was still burned up.
“Stay still,” He said as I tried to sit up. He was correct, as I could not.
“Please, I can cure your back, but you must promise me you will not take me back to the council!” He said. I looked at him and nodded.
“I...always...hated the council” I said, “And..I've never killed anyone they...told me to...” He looked at me almost lovingly. He turned me over onto my stomach. My back burned and burned. I felt him put his hands above my back and heard him mutter something.
Immediately my back felt better. The wounds seemed to be healing themselves!
“There,” he said when he was done. Now able to sit up, I did. I stared at myself for a while, unable to comprehend what I just went through.
“What is your name,” I asked. He did not answer immediately, but after a while he said, “My name is...Gryn.”
Gryn stood up and walked over to the window. I was surprised he was not afraid that the white vampire would find him. “The council elf is still looking for me, along with the white vampire, true?” He asked me.
“Yes,” I answered, “I can bring you somewhere safer than here.”
“I doubt it,” He said, looking at me. I stared at him and said again, “I know of somewhere safer than here.”
He contemplated for a moment, and paced the room. I just stared at him while he did so.
“Where,” He asked. I answered, “My house,” for truly that was the safest place in the entire city that anyone could be taken.
“All right,” he said after pacing for a while, “Take me there.”