The Werewolf and his Friend

How did you know?

DarkMoon:

"How did you know I was here?"
"I'm no idiot. I asked your gullible girlfriend where you were. Proved a difficult task. Whore knows nothing."
"Because you're such a damn idiot." I mumbled under my breath. I assume he heard because of the look he shot me. Strong, cold, hard. His creepy dark eyes were fixated on me. His black hair spiked up as viscous and deadly as his character. His cheek bones and sharp jaw line bold and alien like. The long coat drapped around him like an angel of death.
"What do you want, Xero?"
"Many things. To name one, you gone. But we don't always get our way, now do we?"
"You do. Your Her pet." I said before slowly standing up from the stone, dusting the dirt of my knees. The gun was still firmly in my grasp slightly out of sight behind my thigh. As long as I was talking to Xero I would be holding it. Even if my arm lost all circluation, defending myself was top priotrity at the moment. 

"Aw, the baby is jealous. You used to be Her little puppy." he smirked, showing-off abnormally white teeth.
"Hey, this is my hunt... So--so just get lost would 'ya." I sounded a bit desperate, but to tell you the truth, I was.
"As much as I would like to, this was a two person hunt. Wesley is gone... So there is now an opening."
Damn. He was right. Now he'd have to come. Screw those picky sceintists back at base, obsessed with numbers.
Couldn't they have sent someone else?! Anyone else?! I would have even accepted Clockwork or Alley-Cat (and that's saying something).

"Wait, how did you know that he's dead?" I asked suspiciously, casting my chin higher.
"He is not dead. Those fools didn't have enough brains to realise that a fairy has more blood than a human."
"Didn't know."
"Honestly, I don't know how you got so high up for such a moron."
I gave him a dirty look with enough venom to kill a full grown stag.
"I meant I didn't know he was a fairy! Why did they have to send YOU?" I asked rhetorically, wishing for someone, anyone else. I was outwatched, his venom was strong enough to kill a full grown godzilla.

Xero took a long pause as he thought over the answer then finally replied with, "I was in the area."

"Right." I said sarcastically before turning away and feeling the cold winter breeze. I nursed the goosebumps that had popped up all over my bare arms and covered the ones I already had on the back of my neck. Probably provoked by the appearence of such a creepy man.

In the distance an owl made a loud, lonely call. His tree sounded about 15 meters away. Maybe 18 and a half.
A thousand crickets hummed and buzzed in perfect harmony scattered on all angles of me, almost disorientating.
I scratched the thick stubble on my chin, wondering what the heck was going to happen now. It was my mission to go after those vampires and I couldn't return with all my pride in tact unless I brought their fat hides in, but I didn't trust Xero. Not as a partner and not as a person.
A high pitched squark came from above, looking up I saw a single bat swerving through the sky, perhaps feasting perhaps avoiding a predator.

My eyes lingered to what was in the background. The moon, bright and mysterious as ever sat surrounded by darkness and tiny stars. The outdoors were gorgeous once you took a moment to actually appreciate it. Yeah bloody right. No time, no care.

A sudden harsh, piercing pain stabbed at my gut. Subconsciously I knew what it meant before inhaling my next broken breath.
Desperately I fumbled around through every pocket of my clothing in a search. My jeans! I reached for it... But just like my stake before, it was gone.
Shit, shit, shit. I felt the veins on my neck lunge out, my eyes constrict and my lungs close in.

Now I was really in for it.