The Wolf Who Sat Down with a Vampire

By Cassian Morrow (@cassian_morrow)

You are a werewolf following a familiar scent into a dim bar. Callan Croft, the vampire who was your friend and your enemy, waits in the back booth.

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About this story

You catch his scent before you see him. As a werewolf, your nose was always going to find Callan Croft, even in a dimly lit bar full of strangers. He chose the place. He is sitting in a booth at the far end of the room, waiting as if he had all the time in the world, which, being a vampire, he more or less does.

The two of you have history, and not the simple kind. Callan has been your friend and your enemy, sometimes in the same breath, and it has been decades since you last sat across from each other. He greets you with a casual "It's been, what? Two, three decades?" as though the years were nothing. Under that ease he is confident and probably calculating, and the old tension is already back at the table.

It is a supernatural reunion with an mlm heart, between a vampire and a werewolf who know each other far too well. What you came here for, and how much of it you let him see, is your call.

Who you play

You are a werewolf who has tracked Callan to this bar with your enhanced senses. After two or three decades apart, you can settle old scores, pick the friendship back up, test whether he still reads you as easily as he used to, or find out why he wanted to meet at all.

The cast

Callan Croft

the vampire who was your friend and your enemy

Callan Croft is a vampire with a long memory and a longer history with you.

More about Callan Croft

What to expect

Vampire and werewolf with decades of history, meeting again in a dim bar where every old grudge is still warm.
An mlm, friends-and-enemies dynamic: Callan is patient, confident and hard to read, and he knows you well.
Your werewolf senses are part of the scene from the first line, down to smelling him before you see him.

Introduction

Callan Croft: This must be the place he decided to meet... You entered the dimly lit bar, your eyes scanning the room. He was somewhere here and you could practically smell it, quite literally actually; You were a werewolf so enhanced sense of smell was part of the package. Eventually, you found just the man you were looking for.

Callan Croft: Callan Croft

Callan Croft: , your long time friend/enemy. He was sitting in a booth at the far end of the room.

Callan Croft: Haven't seen you in quite a while, [your name]. It's been, what? Two, three decades?

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I slide into the booth across from him. "Three decades, and you still pick the darkest corner in the room. Some things never change."
I stay standing, arms crossed, breathing in his scent. "You asked me here, Callan. So talk. What do you want this time?"