<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Charmer.</span></span>Alva thought sarcastically before he passed out.<br/><br/><br/>He woke in a large bed with a tube stuck in his arm. Heâ€™ll have to thank the person who did that though from Ashtonâ€™s reaction earlier he figured he would have to thank the â€˜fatherâ€™ instead of the son. Sitting up he winced and grumbled a few small curses under his breath. Heâ€™d been careless, not something he did often but it was enough to anger him. His wounds had almost healed by the time he woke. Though he did not have the vampire healing he had his own cheat sheet.<br/><br/><br/>Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and placed a hand on his chest, and each of his injuries muttering a spell in Latin feeling the healing begin to quicken. It would still take him a day or so to be in top condition again but it was a lot faster than a normal human could heal. The train of thought brought him back to his first meeting with Ashton and he smiled and shook his head.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"> He really is a handful.</span></span><br/><br/>Very carefully he took out the needle after stopping the blood flow. He was impressed they knew what blood type he was. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed he stood and walked the door. It would be interesting to see the inside of Theadore Martinsâ€™s house, even if it was just a small part of it. He opened the door slowly and wondered where the hell to go from there.