Guards
The job of a vampire guard was honestly pretty unflexible. Walking around the yard, checking traps, checking on the boss; it all was so boring. Most days it felt like he was getting paid upper middle-class money to walk around. Then again, his salary alone allowed him to afford all he ever needed and the boss was rarely attacked. All he had to do was essentially constantly flex and he would get paid.
There were several traps in the front yard, several guards on the inside. The worst thing about the inside was not the guards but the traps. Invisible trip wire, heat detection, and some stuff for the vents. Anything to detect anyone. This was the place that Valarie would occasionally come visit. Quite frankly, the duke liked to keep it safe.....maybe? He was never really sure what the duke was doing. That was how out of the loop his guards were.
Standing next to his partner near the front gate, the guard took a deep breath. "Help, please help me!" a girl cried out. He turned, only to see a woman run up to him in a skin tight body suit? She looked completely battered, covered in blood and bruises. It was....hot?
He shook his head and said, "What the hell happened?" he asked, looking at her fangs. It was common for vampires to bare their fangs both as a warning and as a sign of arousal so the fact that they were still extended meant she really was spooked.
Let me know when you have their attention, Scott thought out loud, hoping Forest would pick up and respond.