The twenty-four year old brother and his friends seemed to be annoyed that the small witch was in their way now. It seemed unlike her. Was she returning the favor of him saving her? Or was there something else drifting through her thoughts? Either way, with her standing between them and the vampire, they knew better than to try to get around her.<br/><br/>While the witch was small, they knew what would happen if she received even one small cut during a fight. Her familiar would take over, the blood dragon. Difficult to control, the familiar often manifested as a small dragon on her shoulder, it this form, he was calm, playful even, a complete opposite to what he was in a fight. And without full control over that beast, they knew she couldn't be anywhere near a hunt, or a battle. It would be too risky.<br/><br/>But, the small witch found herself listening to his story, listening to his tale. He didn't like what he was? He did seem more human than those vampires, more or less because he was true to his words. He had saved her, he wasn't attacking them. In fact, he was leaving. The electrical charge that surged around her hands dissipated as she bit her lower lip.<br/><br/>'Rea, you can't have these thoughts. He might be a Daywalker, but he is still a vampire. But he denies that side, he doesn't succumb to feeding.' She found herself arguing within her own mind. Her brother and his friends on the hand were not dropping their weapons, were not relaxing until he left.<br/><br/>"Well, what do we do?" One of his friends asked. They knew they were supposed to escort the witch home, but there was a vampire wandering the streets. But even they couldn't deny that he had saved their friend's sister. "Let him live for now and wait for him to slip up? Or just hunt him now?" The other asked, though the small witch was quick to chime in.<br/><br/>"No one is hunting, we're going home." She said, her eyes on the three of them. Something about that Daywalker's eyes had her curious. They were distant, yet there was something else to them. There was a gentleness to that far off looking his eyes, a sweet nature. But there was also something else. He hated what he was, he feared himself. She was certain that was what she saw, and her own curiosity was beginning to get the best of her. She could hear her brother and his friends arguing behind her, a quick glance at the trio, and she found they weren't paying attention.<br/><br/>'Its now or never...' She thought to herself. The small witch hurried out of the alley, hoping he hadn't gotten far. She wanted some answers, though the name of that man came to her thoughts once more. If he was long gone, then she would go to him.