You know, I've never been hit by a car before. I would imagine it was quite painful. I'm pretty sure that if I got hit by a car I would probably be dead. I doubt very seriously being a Were I would be able to survive such a thing. I don't really plan on testing this theory. Someone else can do that. I'm pretty sure a vampire could survive it though. I mean, I'm touching his leg firmly double checking to make sure his limb isn't broken. I don't know how long it takes for a vampire to heal. I mean could it take seconds or a day? I don't know, I've never really took the time to get to know a vampire. I hardly know much of my own species, but I do know a lot about Dark Hunters. Now those guys, I am fairly certain, would be able to withstand being hit by a car. They'd be in a pain, but they would have a better reaction than this bozo. Oh my goodness, come on you dumb vampire, start waking up! Ah, there we go. As soon as I left my head away from his chest, reassuring others that there was a heartbeat, I can see his eyes starting to flutter. I don't know if the others can hear it, but I could hear his slurred words. I can't help, but roll my eyes in exasperation. Really dude? You mean to tell me your're going to try to flirt or pull a fast one on me? Vampires are so stupid. If you can speak to me in that way then I am pretty certain you're more than capable of getting off your damn ass. Grabbing his hands, I help him to his feet, trying to be gentle partly so that he would get up and not fall, and partly to act like I cared in front of our audience. I can feel the man slip, and so I squeeze him closer, annoyed that I have to help carry more of his weight. As we waked around the corner I listen to his first question...his hair. Seriously. As he turns his head for me to see the back of his skull, I release a snort, glaring up at him as I give him a response he most likely wasn't expecting.

"You're more concerned about your hair than the fact you'll be discovered. I know vampires are vain, but I always thought they were smarter than this."

I can't hardly judge if it is that bad or not. I mean how should I know? He wasn't missing half the back of his head nor was he scalped or missing a lot of hair. He seems quite fine to me and so I shall not worry about it. I guess I should be more concerned that the loss of blood meant he would need blood. Well, luckily for us there was a vampire bar nearby, where he can get himself a drink and then be back on his merry way. Then I could return to my original goal treating myself to a very good dinner...which I think now I deserve a dessert. Yes, one hell of a divine dessert. Maybe I'll start that first and then dinner. Apparently I knew this man. Which I'm actually quite surprised. Someone remembered little ole me, and I'm supposed to be thankful of that? My eyes narrow as I look over his façade once more finding that he did indeed seem recognizable. Although it's light out last I saw him it was much darker. It was during the holiday season when I had met him, and bought him a notebook. He was on the run from his own kind and apparently he survived. Well lucky him. Unimpressed I shrug my shoulders. He didn't matter to me. No one did anymore.

"I don't remember names, because everyone I've met hardly ever comes back. You're proof. It took you nearly a year to come up with the 8 dollars...that's pretty sad. If you remember my name then you should remember, I told you, you didn't have to pay me back."

As we're walking I can catch on to see that his steps were getting steadier, and steadier. Oh my god he is heavy. Without asking I unwrap my arm from around his waist, getting away underneath him, as I take a few steps to the side letting him master his ability to walk on his own two legs. Crossing my arms I stand still, eyeing him carefully, hardly trusting him at all. I don't believe in promises, especially ones that matter. I know how this works. I know how it always works. It's the same as before. I'm am around someone until my use is no longer necessary. I helped him get out of that predicament with the car and gave him money for a notebook. I'm fairly certain our brief time will be nothing more than a blimp in his long existing life. I'm hurt and yet I do a very good job of hiding that. So, I stand there waiting with limited patience for the money he promises to give me, money that no longer ties us together.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable