Walter
*She held on for as long as she could, the nauseating feeling in her stomach kept growing and growing. She dropped down onto her knees, one hand firmly against the wall as the other was on the ground. Her body rejected the artifical blood right onto the ground. Even the back of her neck had beads of sweat sticking to her pale skin. She felt so embarassed having done this infront of Terrel, kneeling with her back towards the rest of the people.*

*Moments later and more red fluid painted the floor. She was convinced that she most likely consumed week old, rotten blood mixed with the artifical kind. It did work as intended, she lost the urge to feed. But this feeling and reaction was the same as the last time she had bad blood.* 

*She was visibly reeling from feeling sick. Her arms wobbling as she tried to remain in her kneeling position. She was gulping down breath after breath, trying to regain a normal rhythm of breathing.*
Wanda
```! NPC Event!```

*There was no use crying over spilled milk. . . Or rather __blood__ in this case.*

*However more, it seemed to be an appropriate time to do so. As the Vampires seemingly rejected the poor imitation of real hemoglobin, with beads of nauseating sweat gracing her nape. Her fallen stature and noises of purging— attracted quite a few glances and murmurs of disgust and discomfort from the bystanders and passerby's in the distance. If one were to have keen ears they'd hear the words: "Lightweight, drunkard, and wasted fool." Clearly, those who didn't pay attention to analyze the liquids color, nor dared to look twice. Had no clue why this girl had regurgitated her 'lunch'. Nor cared about her dilemmas. . .*

**Aside from two very young, curious and bored men. They seemed to have appeared just moments after hearing Manon empty her stomach**

*And so on, 
The attention of two young, ruggedly dressed, messy brown hair men was now taken by Manon. Whistling and clicking towards her and Terrel.

The pair looked practically identical. Not only that, they seemed to be around the same age as the Vampiress and her Companion. They would approach them snickering and bickering, With closed fists and jagged words on their tongues*

**Jimmy:** "Oi! Look what we got 'ere~! Another damsel who can't keep her *Tainted* Watta' down!—"

*The lad would nudge his friend, or brother? It was hard to tell. They both were looking for trouble. There voices were insufferable too. He'd scoff loudly as he weighted something in his hand*

**Timmy:** "Tsh!— Ya could've fooled me, that there ain't no such ale!—nor wine—! They don't serve those eenie-weenie vials at the tavern. Tis there is blood!— yet, neva' have I eva' seen a bloodsucker not like blood!—Bahaha! A vampire who can't drink blood! She's even got a piglet for a friend!"

*Without much thought, or competence the two would wind up their good arms and begin to pelt the pair with rocks, with most seemingly missing Terrel and pelting the wall and Manon.*
Curtis
*Terrel would gaze down at her, seeing her delayed spillage of the vial's contents and soon shifting his eyes away from it. A gloved hand would lower to her back, laying on it rather stationary for the time being while she tried to regain her own strength.

It seemed like the vials of blood where hardly any good. So much for that money spent. The Elf would find himself looking towards the other passerby's, some of which having side comments to give to the Vampiress. Though nevertheless, the Elf simply ignored their words. The negative attention was bound to happen and with anyone's luck, the Vampiress was too busy with her own affairs to take notice of it. Better further out here than the center of town anyways.

The sounds of the two men reached him first, causing him to glance over as they would boldly walk closer to them in whatever trouble they were trying to cause. 

His eyes would narrow slightly from beneath his mask, hand suddenly slipping away from Manon's back as the rocks would suddenly come. One by one, the rocks whirled by him, mostly targeting the sickened Vampiress. That was enough confirmation for him.

The Elf's free hand would catch one of the flying stones, eyeing it before he'd stand up more straight and regain focus on the two twins were they? Partners in crime? Whatever they were. He'd walk past Manon, Cloak almost sweeping over her, though drifting aside just enough to avoid the mess she had made.*

"Y'know gentlemen, funny thing about piglets. They're born so small and minuscule, running round and round just to avoid getting eaten."*He'd say, almost laughing at the thought.*"Some don't make it out alive, but you know what happens to the ones that do? They grow larger and larger, some getting these nice little tusks."*He'd continue, tapping at the small tusked portion of his mask with the same hand he held the rock in.*"And all those predators that picked on them when they were young, now have a new problem to deal with."

*He was surely bending the story a bit to his own volition, carelessly casting away the stone he held as he'd look at them more challengingly. With his now free hand, he'd move it down to the hilt of his sword.*"Ah... But that's just a story like any other. If you wanted to do any real damage, surely you can do better than a couple of pebbles."*The last few words seemed to be end his tone of humor, the voice quickly shifting for what could have been an impending laugh to something a bit more unamused.*
Walter
*Sadly Manon did hear the name calling from those who passed. Even worked up the strength to turn her head to witness someone spit an insult directly at her. The words stung but they were vague enough for her to understand that they would say these to any drunk person.*

*She looked over her shoulder at the louder pair. These two seemed to know her disposition however. The insults were landing closer to home. She didn't react fast enough when the rocks came, one of which striking her across her cheek. Manon was forced to avert her gaze back to the ground, back to the red mess she created. Some rocks hit the wall, crashing to the ground in front of her. Sometimes landing on a finger or two. Others hit true, mostly hitting her back but still sending pain through her body.*

*The onslaught of rocks seemed to stop. She was thankful that they had no more, but then realized it was Terrel who stood in the way. She remembered what he said his job was, remember that he 'solved issues by poking'. Manon reached blindly behind her, fighting to get a handful of Terrel's cloak. She didn't want people to die on her behalf, she needed to get the point through to him.*

*She gave his cloak a weak tug, hopefully the reminder that she existed was enough. From behind Terrel, the sound of liquid splashing the floor could be heard for the third time. Using the little strength she had left, she forced herself to move away from her mess. Just far enough to lay on the ground with her forehead resting on her arm.*
Wanda
*After finishing their barrage of rocks the pair would turn attention to Terrel. Heckling as they point and laugh at his mask, Jimmy would Oink and Timmy would pretend to throw up mimicking the Vampiress. . . It was sad to see how incompetent people could be to others.

They'd bounce their cruel and forced jokes off another. As Terrel had gone about preaching to them of the laws of nature, with predators and prey. The two would pay him no mind as they found it utterly hilarious any pig could beat a man, let alone be a victim to animal like that.*

**Jimmy:** "I've neva' heard a man fall to a pig before. Eh, quite a pathetic way to get beat senseless by a *Slaughter animal!*— I can't imagine bein' beat by a slab of meat! What next—? Ya' gonna tell me a rooster can kill me!"
*Jimmy would slap Tim's back, tear of laughter obscuring his vision*

**Timmy:** "Yeh! He's a fool if I eva' seen one—A pig and a leech! Dontca know pests are bad for you?!— She's be ripe and bursting with blood like a leech! Look Jimmy! Nature stands before us!—"*He'd raise his hands in shock as he continued to push, his jokes further. For comedic effect*

"Be careful she might turn into a bat—*Squee! Squee!*—Bahaha!"
*Timmy would slap his knee, as he finished his jokes. He's eyes would avert to the Piglet reaching for underneath his cloak, and without much thought he'd step back and chuckle with a sense of nervousness. He began to back off and tug his accomplice.*
**Timmy:** "Oi—Jim, he's gonna pull out his tusks— be afraid, very afraid!"

*Jimmy would upright himself laughing his heart out, at the announcement of the tusks he'd heckle as well. No longer adamant on wanting to pester the two of them.*
**Jimmy:** "Oi?— He ain't gonna do jack! He's a weirdo with a—"
**Timmy:** "—Enough, I—I think we should go. He getting me the jeebies"

*Timmy would tug Jim and point to the hilt of Terrels blade, both young men seemed to stop being comedians, as they weren't hesitant to back of from the masked man. . .*
Curtis
*Terrel would rub his fingers along the hilt of his blade, pulling it out just enough for the glint of metal to show before he'd feel a light tug at his cloak. It was faint, almost unnoticeable, but he'd find his gaze shifting back towards the Vampiress only briefly before refocusing his gaze on the laughing men. He was half tempted to go on ahead and cut their own coords out in the time they were wasting to get a crack out of them.

Only when they came to notice his intent, in soon backing away would he give a small nod of his head.*"Good choice."*He'd say in a low tone, watching them back away.*"I'll consider these rocks a token of appreciation. Will make you a lot easier to track again once my wolves start their hunt. We pigs never forget y'know."*He'd say, inclining his head down to his wolves.*

"Run and run away. I'll give the prey a head start."*The Elf would continue, allowing his sword to slide back into its sheathe as his cloak would cover back over his arm. His cloak lightly blowing in the wind as he stared after the retreating bandits. His wolves would gather around him for the time being, anticipating the tension and sitting in silent waiting. However, he didn't call for them to go after them. Not now and not just yet. The Elf was one for getting payback eventually however. One day they'll be caught unawares with no one to scream for help to. One day. He will let them feel safe for now. Only will there be satisfaction in the last thing they saw being the face of an animal they so clearly doubted. The day the predators became the prey.*
Walter
*Manon forced herself into a sitting position, her back firmly pressed against the stone wall. Her breathing was weak and uneven as she watched the two strangers interact with Terrel. She had blood stained on her cheek from where a rock pierced the surface but the wound was already gone.*

*She wasn't sure on how useful she would be if this fight took a turn for the worse. She could hardly keep her eyes fully open, sometimes closing them for seconds at a time before gazing out.* 

*Slowly she rose to her feet, using the wall as support with a dirt covered hand. She looked like she rolled in dirt, mainly because she had. Terrel would hear feet dragging across the stone as she approached him from behind.*

*If he didn't know better, it'd look like she wanted to feed off him. A certain focused look hidden behind her half opened eyes. When she reached him, she grabbed his arm with both her hands. Her hold wasn't firm at all, if he focused he could probably feel the occasional shiver that rattled through her body. Without saying a word, she tried to pull him towards the opposite direction. Pull him away from the conflict, hopefully a different part of town despite the errand they still had left.*
Curtis
*Terrel wouldn't budge as Manon tugged at his arm, his gaze retaining its focus on the retreating men with a silent edge itching to go after them. Only when they had finally left his sight would the Elf gesture his free hand down to the thrown stones, causing his wolves to lower their snouts to them and sniff at it. They will have their time to shine some other day. 

He looked over to Manon, seeing her trying to pull at him to which after lowering his free hand down to pick up the box of vials, he would eventually move in her direction, slow enough for the wolves to have a chance to catch back up. With the two gone, his own tension would eventually fade, leaving him to merely walk in silence for a while. The Vampiress looked like a mess, even worst than when she originally tried feeding off the animals in the forest. When they had finally escaped the part of town they were in, he would come to a stop.*

"You'll need to clean yourself off."*He'd say, the humor having left his tone. It wasn't like there was really a convenient place to wash off at besides maybe a tavern room or a river somewhere, both seemed a bit out of the way though.*"You'll only stir more attention otherwise."*His voice seemed relatively quiet, perhaps not to catch the attention of anyone else roaming this far out of town. He could feel her shaking as she held onto him, leaving it a wonder if she would even be able to carry on.*
Walter
*She had no idea where he wanted her to wash up at. There wasn't anything with running water in the vicinity either. A part of her bristled at the words he spoke. She didn't do anything to warrant attention in the first place. It sounded as Terrel was blaming Manon for what had happened.*

*She wanted to yell at him, to make him feel as she felt. Wanted someone who could begin to comprehend how embarrassed and ridiculed she was feeling right now. But she couldn't find the strength to open her mouth.*

*She began to glow a faint purple light, the same light she gave when healing Terrel's back or Okami's puncture wound. But there wasn't any physical wounds that could be seen. She was wasting her time and energy trying to heal a wound that magic couldn't touch.* 

*At this point so was walking for the sake of walking, half guiding Terrel forward, the other half was using him as support.*
Curtis
*With no response from Manon, Terrel would eventually guide her away from the area they were in. A glow of purple light would show at the edge of his vision, signifying she was trying to heal. He could assume that it most likely from the pelting rocks. Whatever cuts they had left had clearly already faded away.

He walked in silence, turning down one of the roads in deciding it would just be better to go back to the Tavern for now. The roads he took seem to take longer than had they gone there normally, the Elf seemingly avoiding the major parts of town to take a more quiet route to the place where the group had decided to stay for their nights here.

Upon the tavern coming into view, the Elf would glance over at the people that passed by, lightly tugging the Vampiress along so as not to give them a chance to stare for too long before he'd come to an eventual stop just off to the side of the building.*

"We're here."*He'd say to her in a low tone, mostly in announcement from the Elf not being sure if she was paying attention while they walked.*