Teeth, and Magic Pt. 6

Gryn and I walked silently through the streets towards my house. We stuck to the shadows for the white vampire was still out looking for Gryn. Sadly, I was still feeling hungry, but I made a promise to Gryn to take him to my house, and thats where I was going to take him.
“What's your name?” Gryn asked me. My name? Did I have a name? I did not remember, not at all.
“Many years of people calling me “the dark vampire” have probably made me forget. I truly don't remember.” I finally answered.
“That's to bad...” Gryn said, his eyes now wandering to the wall around my house, “Is this it?” He asked.
“Yes, this is my home,” I said. We walked around the wall until we got to the front entrance.
Gryn, not noticing the huge plants blocking his way, started in. “No!” I yelled and pulled him back.
“Now you've done it,” I said, “Let us hope the white vampire did not here that.”
“Why did you do that?” Gryn asked, his expression angry. I turned him to face the plants. Their stalks had grown to block the intruder and they looked downright horrifying. Gryn whimpered.
“What the...” He began.
“They are my guardians. If any intruder tries to get into my house the plants throw them out the back.” I said. I raised my hand and pointed it towards the plants. They shrunk back down to their normal size and parted. My front door appeared and we both walked up to it. I had to push Gryn a bit, though.
We walked into my forbidding ground floor. Immediately Gryn looked up at the bloody gargoyles on the walls. He stared for what seemed like an hour before saying, “What the....why are they all bloody?” I contemplated whether or not I should tell him why, but after a while I supposed it would not matter.
“My father,” though, was all I could say. He looked at me with an understanding look and then looked around at other things.
I heard a strange sound coming from my ceiling so I looked up. I could make out nothing in my human form, too dark up there. I heard it again, like something moving. I changed into vampire form and looked again. Clinging to the ceiling of my house was the werewolf.
He leaped down and landed five feet in front of me. I looked over at Gryn to see if he was noticing this as well. He had and was waving his arm about, making symbols of some sort in the air.
I threw myself onto the werewolf, sending both of us sprawling backwards. He reacted with a claw grasping my cloak and throwing me off. I collided with the wall and the air was knocked out of me.
While gasping I saw the werewolf attempt to attack the mage. About two feet until impact a fireball exploded from the mage's hand. The fireball hit it's target dead on and the werewolf flew backwards. The obnoxious smell of burnt hair filled the room.
As soon as I regained my breath I attacked the werewolf again. I swung my fist as hard as I could and collided with the werewolf's snarling jaw. I heard something crack as he yelped and flew backwards. He quickly regained his balance and turned to me angrily.
I braced myself for the tackle, but it never came. Gryn had fired again, this time with ice, and had again hit the werewolf. The werewolf was blasted through my wall into my family room. Furniture was blown every which way as the werewolf smashed through them.
He was severely wounded now and he morphed back into his human form. He tried to crawl but failed, and he fell down to the ground again.
I walked over to the unconscious werewolf and kneeled beside him. I turned him so he was on his back. He looked at me with weary eyes and said, “I'm...sorry...” and fell asleep. 1

The white vampire leaped down the twentieth street he'd been on just this night. The monotonous job of finding someone who did not want to be found dragged on.
Forty mages had been killed by him this night, and not one of them had been the mage he was looking for. Most of them could hardly cast anything at all, let alone advanced elven magic.
His search led him through the entire city twice. Every time he would sense another mage, and each time he would not find who he was looking for.
At around two A.M. he passed by the black vampire's house. Where was he, he thought, I haven't seen him all night.
If something was going on, he would not be able to tell. The plants blocked his view of the house completely, and it was very difficult to get to the house (it took him about two hours to get in when he woke the black vampire up).
Since he thought nothing was going on, he continued to jump down the road.
His house was on the other side of the city, and not so flashy as the dark vampire's house. It was a small residential house that he looted from a human he had feasted on a year before.
The house was painted an ugly shade of green, sort of a puke color. He hated it but could not bear, even in human form, to be out in the sun long enough to paint it. He also could not hire anyone, for the council forbade it.
He went inside and tried to sleep. He hadn't slept in years, hadn't even tried. A human who couldn't sleep for that long would be called an insomniac, but he, no, just inhuman. A vampire. Sleep was unnecessary, even though it was nice.
He lay there for what seemed like an hour. Eventually his eyes drooped and his body released it's muscled constraints.
He finally slept. Years of not doing so had made him forget how wonderful it was. Worries left him, the elf, darkey, and the mage did not matter to him anymore. He slept.