You are still dazed from the sudden turn in events, so you dumbly take the stranger's hand and let him gently pull you to your feet, leading you out of the alley. Only when you arrive at a wider lane do you realize that you are being led toward a carriage, which seems rather dark and foreboding in the dimly lit road. Moreover, what shocks you further is that, hitched to the carriage, are two large centaurs. Your head clearing, your sense of alarm finally prods you to stop and withdraw your hand.
"Who are you, sir, and what do you want with me?" you ask nervously, trying to keep your voice from trembling. You are fairly certain this man is no enemy, but you cannot count him as an ally either. Furthermore, by evidence of his mode of transportation, he must be a noble.
"I simply wish a short conversation, young lady," the man says cordially, placing his hand on his chest and slightly bowing his head in request. He then opens the carriage door, gesturing inside. "The rest I hope we might discuss on the way to your residence. Where might you live?"
While you could flee, the stranger has seen your face, and if he wished you harm, he could have easily done it earlier when you were not in control of yourself. Besides, he might be able to give you information you could use, especially if matters are as you suspect.
"Almsworth District, sir," you say shortly, and see the man glance at one of the centaurs, who gives a small nod without looking back. You allow the stranger to help you into the dimly lit carriage, after which he follows and sits opposite you. The carriage then slowly begins to move. You are not sure what to do next, but the stranger solves that by picking up the conversation.
"Marquis Ayreth Firth Rajes of Harispel, at your service, my lady," Marquis Rajes nods at you. Your breath catches in your throat. Not just a noble, but a higher ranking one as well. How would he have managed to keep his title, considering...? As you ponder, you realize he has paused and is looking at you expectantly.
"R--Rian Vauntier, my Lord," you stammer out, awkwardly nodding since there is no room for a bow.
"A pleasure, Miss Vauntier," Marquis Rajes easily states, his crimson eyes sparkling. Now that you get a good look at him, he looks oddly young for such a high rank. However, his manner is impeccable, even when dealing with a street urchin such as yourself. "As time is short, I shall be brief. Miss Vauntier, I would like to offer you a position on my estate as my hired companion. Would you be interested in such a position?"
"B--b--but, why, Milord?" you blurt out, unable to make heads or tales of what is going on.
"It's quite simple, Miss Vauntier," Marquis Rajes responds, taking no offense. "I have been long searching for someone akin to myself. As you might have guessed, I too am a vampire," he purposely grins widely at you, showing you the fangs which you caught a glimpse of earlier.