From the light of the alley- dimly lite from the lights on the street and the moonlight- she could see the uneven breath and the small drizzle of blood at the corner of Marin's forehead. Stabbing the blade into the body of the now headless vampire Weaver made her way over to the unconscious girl. There was a bruise forming on her hip that she could feel with every step and her head was still ringing from the blow she had taken against the side of the building.

Bending down to check the girl pulse the red head bit back a curse at slow pace her heart beat had. " Hey, kid wake up. You need to get that hand taken care of...wake up" Making sure not to jostle her to bad the hand on the blonds thin shoulder shook her.


From his shadow he watched as the hunter bent near his target trying to rouse her. His orders conflicted in his mind. Marin was in front of him easily obtainable since the only one who would be standing in his was already injured. However the smell of blood was becoming too strong...too alluring and he was not allowed to feed from her.