Ashton kept walking. "Ashton." He said simply. He ignored the rest of the question. Rolling his eyes. He was quite withdrawn and had no intentions of stopping to chit chat with a magical hunter. As far as hunters were concerned he was one of THEM. He was not. Blood made him physcially sick. He smirked a bit. "Course not. Damsels in distress don't bitch at you when you save their ass from an elder. They are all thankful and clingy. Its actually nauseauting so your actually quite refreshing." He said. He turned to face the guy in time to hit the ground backwards. Growling a bit and let out a sound that sounded like he hated what he just smelt. He glared at him. "Right. Whatever." He said. Scowling and shoved the hot guy off and flushed scooting away from him. His eyes turning vampiric. "Fuck is wrong with you?! Bleeding all over me and shit when I saved your ass!" He scowled at him. He fished into his pocket and took a bloodshot out. He stabbed it into his vein and his eyes turned back to normal. "Why the fuck you blushing?!" He demanded. His features looked sickly. "Ugh...I hate the smell of blood." he muttered.<br/><br/>He looked at him. "Daywalker. Ie the term the vampires have given me as you normally won't see me at night. All of their strengths. None of their weakness. Save for the monsters bloodlust. I wasn't supposed to be born one of them. My mother and father were human. My mother had me in her womb when she was attacked and infected. It mutated my dna. I can't stomach blood. I throw it up. I don't drink blood. Not from human, animal, synthetic or leech." he sat there and looked at him. "My name is Ashton. I am not a vampire as far as I am concerned."