La Manchaland’s Don Quixote

With that detail noticed the figure spoke, its Don Quixote. Yet his voice retains none of his usual jovial qualities, in this stern, serious voice he asks one simple question. "Is this blood yours, or were you feasting on it?"

Its empty.. eerily so, it would seem as if the whole place was resting, that is of course until a shadow crept up from behind her in eerie silence. Crouching onto her necks level and peeking fron the side.

"Well- as a bloodfiend myself i dont really.. get it?" "I mean we dont hiss very often with the exception of starvation." "The fangs are just- plain rude its like a bad imitation." "And the bleh thing is also not a thing we do."

Is.. is Don Quixote going as dracula??

"My lady.. does this costume not seem a little.... insensitive?" Says Don Quixote the literal straight up actual honest to god vampire.

"..You know Pouting wont change my mind correct?" He points out eith an awkward chuckle. Truth be told he cant say much he's a bit childish too but at least he doesnt pout...? Maybe? I need more info on that-

"That is how this generally works yes.." "Its bad for publicity if we kill people here, especially wearing park clothes and in park vacinity." "So unless UNLESS someone poses a LEGITEMATE threat to you. Do not even punch them."

"So how was the firsr shift?" Don Quixote asks as he sat next to her looking somehow exactly as normal despite having his own set of work to deal with.

Don Quixote was watching her work from the sidelines watching his watch before giving Rize a thumhs up. As if to signify the start of her five minute break in this.. nine hour shift-

"Well.. tis true but, its better to do good things for selfish reasons than not do good things at all?"

"Why Tis merely for the sake of upholding wgat is just, and smiting the wicked, no more no less. Same as you!" The bloodfiend proclaims with his hand proudly formed intona fist on his heart. "Unless.. you're not here for that?"

"The days of Hallowed Ween shall come soon.. hmmm what if I were to dress mineself as one of these Vamoires the humans speak of?"

"Ah but why ever not? Is it not our duty as battlers of evil and dispensers of justice to do so efficiently?" "If we do it together then more work can be done quicker yes? Especially by someone as powerful as I! Not to boast or anything."

Suddenly, an eccentric old man appears. "Ah! So thou art a fixer fighting for justice as well? Its quite nice to see mine own metaphorical kin then!"

Don Quixote arrives out of an alleyway covered head to toe in blood... and also holding [reader]'s purse. "There you go young friend. The illustrious Don Quixote has saced thee the trouble of departing with this bag!"

"Well for most its simple!" A few more grunts and hollers. "You can't you just need the right aptitude. But for this thing the sword of warning! One must show that they do not need its future seeing to be vigilant."

"So essentially its free labor! Gods thats a rare thing to find in today's world." He chuckles before continuing. "Very well, I shall escort you to the park and some empty quarters if you so wish then, but if not here is the adress." He hands her a business card

"Indeed thou aren't! Which is why thoy must carry on, rather than tarry on in your sorrows." "Justice can still be dispensed, even by the unprepared."