"Don't worry, sir. I figured that out about two blocks ago." Matt says, looking over at Whisper and the other vampire, who was trying to scream.
He looks back to Anselm.
"Excuse me a moment. I need to deliver a message."
Pause.
"Whisper. Kill."
The hellhound /growls/, and Anselm can feel the deep bass sound of the growl through the concrete and his chest as Whisper clamps down and begins to shake his head violently back and forth.
The vampire does scream now as his neck snaps, and then louder as his head is torn free of his body.
Black-Hair's body turns to ash immediately and the dog sneezes, before turning to look at Anselm. Whisper is at /least/ five feet tall at the shoulder and could be mistaken for a large Great Dane under the right light.
His crimson eyes bore into Anselm's.
"Hello." he says simply.
Matt looks at Whisper. "Hey, he doesn't understand dog-speak, Whisper. Go shake hands."
Whisper trudges toward Anselm, grumbling something about "humans and their damned tricks."
Anselm can understand Whisper as clearly as he understands Matt.
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