Marc shifted under the weight of the vampire, curiously light though he was, so he could take his phone from his pocket. Thankfully it was waterproof, and he decided to leave the cheap e-reader on the ground as he pinged a cab. Luckily there was one nearby, a couple streets over, and he saw it begin its route to where they were. "We're not walking, I found a cab nearby. C'mon, it should be here by the time we get to the road." He couldn't stop remembering the men that had come from this location. Sharp, boxy, tough-looking bunch. They had been the ones to dump this guy here. Why? Were they vampires too?

He did most of the walking, dragging the limp body of the pale man and trying to actually get him onto his feet from time to time. Once they reached the sidewalk the cab was waiting, and Marc hailed it so the driver knew he'd been the one to ping the vehicle. He pulled the back door open, helping the black-haired vampire into the seat and closing the door, going around to the other side to slide in. "Oak and Mallory Avenue." He told the driver, sliding over the otherwise soundproofed partition.

"That guy better not get sick back there or you're gettin' the bill." The driver's gruff voice annoyed Marc, but he bit back the desire to scream at him.

"Yeah, yeah, just go damn it. Make it there fast and you might get a damn good tip."

It seemed that was all the driver needed. Marc slammed the partition and leaned back with the vampire. "How're you doing, all things considered?"