The thief ran down the street, clutching the coin purse close to his chest. The two watchmen were on his trail, but he had a good lead.

“Serkai! GET him!”

Rats, rats, rats! One of them was that wretched vampire! The thief whimpered and tried to run faster. He couldn’t hear the footsteps coming closer, but that didn’t mean anything; word on the street was that the vampire moved soundlessly. And it could fly. It wasn’t fair!
He gurgled when the neck of his shirt suddenly was gripped from behind and pulled backwards, cutting off his air and movement at the same time. He almost fell backwards, but the strong grip on his shirt kept him up. He was lifted so high he had to stand on his toes, and there it was; the pale face with the red eyes, and that frightening grin that revealed two long fangs. He felt as a mouse in front of a cat. He felt his legs get wet. The vampire held out a hand in front of his face, and the thief stared wide-eyed at the long fingernails. They looked like claws. Without a word, he put the coin purse in the out-stretched hand.

“Zank you.”

The second watchman caught up with them, wheezing and panting. He leaned against the nearest brick wall and gulped for air.

“Bloody hell, you’re FAST, Serkai!”

“Vampires are stronger zan humans.”

The young man spat.

“I’ve got a taste of blood in my mouth.”

Serkai raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Vould you mind if I kissed you, zen?”

The young man straightened up hastily and stared at his colleague. He began to stutter, but stopped when Serkai burst out laughing.

“Relax, Maranya! You’re not really my type.”

Maranya sagged with relief, and the two of them walked back towards the Watch headquarters, with the thief still in Serkai’s firm grip. Maranya should have known better, but his curiosity got the better of him.

“Just what IS your type, anyway?”

Serkai looked thoughtful for a while.

“Honestly, I don’t zink I HAVE a type. But I do tend to prefer my... “dinner companions” to be young, pretty, bloodful...”

Maranya felt a cold chill down his spine when Serkai gave him a sly look and a crooked smile.

“Vaddyaknow, seems like you ARE my type after all!”

Maranya’s chin dropped, and Serkai laughed again.