"I'm a vampire."
Sally looked at him, and saw the signs, especially the eyes, which had the look of a predator, looking at a potential meal. She looked out into the rain, wondering if it would be a good idea to resume her patrol.
"You're safe with me," said Gareth. "I don't bite, much."
"That doesn't fulfill me with confidence," said Sally.
"I'd get in big trouble if I bit someone without their permission," said Gareth. "The person wouldn't like it, their father wouldn't like it, the law-biding vampires wouldn't like it, the Monster Slayers wouldn't like it, and finally, the Commander wouldn't like it, and no one wants to make him upset."
"He's a werewolf would be why," said Sally.
"Actually, if he was any other werewolf, I could probably take him," said Gareth. "The thing about the Commander is this, he has no issues about self-control. There has only been one time I've seen him lose it, and that was when someone raped, and murdered, this rookie, about three years ago. He hunted this guy down, and tore him apart, force-feeding him parts of his own body. It was probably a relief when he did die, but they had to cart his body out to the Hangman, for besides his head, that was all that was left attached, and even his eyes and tongue has been removed and forced down the guy's throat. Left the ears alone though, so that the Commander could say the guard's name, just as the Hangman pulled the lever."
"He's that protective?" Sally asked.
"At worst, most muggers are just going to strip you of your gear, and maybe break a few bones, before knocking you out, or after they knock you out," said Gareth. "As for killing you, or raping you, most know better than that."
"So, what are you doing out here?" Sally asked.
Gareth chuckled. "Simple really....."