Teeth, and Magic Pt. 8

Gryn was moved onto the couch in my living room where he rested for days on end. I invited Oralyn over to bandage his horrid wound on his chest. Even when bandaged, it bled profusely and refused to give up.
After about a week, he woke up, woozy and lightheaded, but up. Oralyn went in to check on him and was pushed out. “He said, 'I will fix myself' and told me to leave,” She said.
“Leave him be then,” I said and looked up at her. We had become great friends while looking after Gryn. And we were both hoping that “more than friends” was an option.
Without saying a word, I took her hand and led her up the stairs. My night got better from there on out.
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The elf called on us to the council chambers about a month after Gryn was hurt. We entered and could feel the malice floating around. The bad energy assaulted us but we went in anyway, fearing the alternative. The White Vampire and I kneeled in front of the oaken desk.
The elf donned a long silk cloak, one sleeve falling at his right side, where his arm had been lost. He said “My friends, you have come. The werewolf--”
“Is Gone! I'm not going chasing after him again!” I cut in. I could never forgive him if he sent us after him again. That werewolf caused nothing but trouble.
“I agree,” said the White Vampire, his expression angry.
“--has come back off his own accord,” the elf finished. No, I thought, you made him come back! The elf looked at me, as though he read my mind. His eyes turned mad and he stood up.
“My powers have limits, vampire! I have to know where he is before I can 'make' him come back!” he said. I glared at him, not believing a word of it.
The werewolf was led in by another elf. His eyes were vacant. I stared at him for what seemed like hours. The elf's mind tricks held him there, like a frog in a beam of light. I stood up, unable to take it any longer.
“Fuck you, elf! I'm not helping your horrible 'needs' any longer! I release myself from your service...” I yelled. The werewolf, obviously controlled, missed everything. His eyes looked straight through the wall and up into the stars. I am sorry, my friend, I thought.
The elf replied coolly with “Go, then...my, friend...your services are no longer needed...” I turned and stormed out of the room. The White Vampire's eyes were closed, praying, I imagine.
Nothing the elf could do could make me come back to that mess. Nothing.1

The White Vampire finished praying and turned his attention to the elf. He glared at the elf for some time, hoping to pierce the elf's evil heart. “So you stay...” said the elf.
“My reasons are my own elf, and I will not let you know them. I want to know what you are going to do with the werewolf,” the White Vampire said. The elf smiled, “You are not going to enjoy this, vampire.”
The Vampire watched as the elf took the werewolf's hand and led him to the center of the room. The elf took a book out of one of the many drawers in the oaken desk. The elf opened the book and slowly turned to the appropriate page. He glanced at the White Vampire and stuck his hand in the air, pointed towards the werewolf.
The werewolf's mind spell was broken and he fell to the ground. “Elf!” He yelled and changed. He leaped towards the elf but was held aloft twenty feet away from the elf. Taking another glance at the White Vampire, a horrid smile upon his face, he clenched his fist. The werewolf fell from the air, his limbs being crushed by the elf's spell. His cries echoed through the hall, dancing their way into the wary ears of the White Vampire. The vampire could not bear to watch, but knew he could do nothing about it.
The werewolf's limbs were all but destroyed as his skin broke open. Blood sprayed from the wounds and bits of werewolf flesh flew into the air. The werewolf's body convulsed for a while before his whimpering ceased.
The White Vampire prayed. He prayed to the Gods that something would happen to this horrible being in front of him. The elf turned to face the Vampire, snapped his book shut, and placed it back into the desk.
Five other elves ran to clean up the mess in the hall. The White Vampire's look was grim. “I'm leaving now,” he said, and walked out.