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He knew his power wasn't what some would call magical or make you think happy thoughts. No, his power was poison, but it had gotten him out of some sticky situations like this one one on more than one occasion so it had its uses. He heard the startled scream from the girl as the gun went off but he wasn't surprised. She was scared. It was easy to see in those big eyes of hers. He grabbed her hand as he turned to run, sure that she might be the type to freeze up when danger gets too overwhelming. He couldn't take that chance. The last thing he wanted was an innocent life on the line because he didn't see it through. He told her to get to safety, preferably in a car, but she shook her head, letting him know that she didn't have one. It was surprising, especially since it seemed like practically everyone had a car now. He didn't remember the streets being quite so crowded a century ago. Even so, the girl was distracted by the blood trickling down his arm and insisted he go to a hospital. He was quick to disagree. He knew what would happen if his blood fell into the wrong hands. From what he'd gathered even in his short time back out in the world, Hunters were all too real and more prevalent now than ever before. They probably worked human jobs for cover and intel. A hospital would just be another goldmine of finding out supernaturals. He couldn't take that risk. When he asked about her house, she told him it was about a twenty minute walk. She looked down as she said it, almost like she was ashamed to have been walking all this time. His expression softened, even as he nodded. "Okay, then I'll walk you. I want to make sure you get home safely." As they started to walk, he kept his hand over the wound, hoping to stifle the bleeding. When that didn't seem to help, he paused to rip off a piece of his shirt and tie it around the wound, groaning as he used his teeth to pull it tight. He was used to having to use whatever he had on him. He wasn't so worried about the wound, but like her, he was worried what his fresh blood in the air might attract. The sooner he could get her home and to safety, the better. It seemed not soon enough when she was walking up the steps to an apartment building and getting the door. He paused on the threshold, having planned on getting her home so he could go crash in his hotel for the night and try again to find Troy in the morning. But it seemed the girl had other plans. Before he knew it, she was leading him upstairs to her doorway and letting him in, saying she was going to get some bandages. He sighed and took a seat at the table, glancing around the apartment as he called back to her. "It's just a graze, really. I'm fine." Even so, his eyes twinkled with a little amusement when she came back. He sat perfectly still so if she wanted to look at the wound, she could. He found himself studying her petite features. "I'm Kit, by the way. That way it doesn't look like you let strangers in your apartment on the regular." |