Cyro whirled around as he heard the male's voice. He paled even more than he normally was. Backing up and glanced around. Trying to find a way out of here. He blinked as the man spoke. "Wh-what?" He said in shock. He was saving her! He wasn't trying to hurt the woman. He just blinked and backed up a bit. He eyed the swords warily. Taking a blood capsule and popped it in his mouth. Stress always agitated the hunger and there was nothing more stressful than being faced with swords in your direction. He took up a defensive fighting position. He watched the woman step between them. Blinking a bit. He looked at her. Turning he started to walk off. "I am not one of the monsters. I don't drink blood...of any kind. Be it human, animal, or blood bank packets. I was not supposed to be one of them. You don't believe me talk to Theadore Martins. He is the one who makes the blood capsules and the blood shots. My old man will tell you. He is the one who saved my life and raised me." He said acidicly.<br/><br/>"This is the thanks I get for saving someone. Three hunters aiming swords in my direction." He shook his head. "Doesn't matter. I am walking away now." He turned and looked at her.<br/><br/>"You smell funny by the way. You smell sweet but funny." He didn't move to attack her. He just studied her as she studied him. He was withdrawn. Even as she studied him the eyes that held a gentle sweetness withdrew into themselves. "I wouldn't hurt anyone save a vampire hurting a human. You might not believe it but I am not a violent person. I am not a monster. You wouldn't understand...what it is like to have your HUMAN mother be close to her delivery date only for one of THEM to attack her. To infect her with...that virus...being in her womb still. Thus being infected yourself. Have your human genetics mutated...into something worse than them."<br/><br/>He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "They call me the Daywalker as I am not bound to night. In fact more often then not you'll see me only in the daytime. I need very little sleep but unlike them I do actually need sleep. I can eat human food just like you. Doesn't always have as much flavor as you would taste but I can eat it." he ran a hand through his hair.<br/><br/>"I am called Daywalker because they fear me. All of their strengths but none of their weaknesses save for the blood lust. Which my father has helped me control with blood capsules and if there is rage that triggers the blood lust or it gets extremely strong I have bloodshots. You can stop that zappy thingy on your fingers miss...I am not the enemy." He turned and began to walk off. "Least not to humans. That vampire wasn't lying...I do kill them. They hate and fear me but so do the humans." He continued to walk off.<br/><br/>"I am not one of THEM. I am human as far as I am concerned." He kept walking but heard the men yelling. He didn't stop walking. "I already told you hunters...I am walking away. I was trying to save her. I saved her. My business with her is done." His tone was not hostile or violent. It was sweet and gentle but withdrawn. He was a loner because he feared himself. The woman would have been able to see that. The self fear and self hatred.