Ashton stretched and put his hands on the back of his head. He turned his head to see them following him. He spoke without turning. He turned and spoke to them with narrowed eyes. "I am not a vampire. I am also not a true human. I am something that was brought into existance by them fuckers." he said with an angry look. "I always save the true humans. Far as I'm concerned I am human." He said simply. Arching an eyebrow. "Kill me? Why? I don't drink blood. Be it synthetic, animal, human or leech." He said. "It makes me sick to my stomach. Physically...literally throw up." He turned around and kept walking hearing them still speak. "I wasn't supposed to be this way. A vampire attacked my human mother who was pregnant with me still in her womb. Old man says she was nearing her delivery date that when they bit her and infected her draining her...well they infected the baby that was still in the womb. They mutated the human babies dna." He said nonchalantly.<br/><br/>"That human baby was me. They call me the Daywalker. All of their strengths but none of their weaknesses save for the bloodlust. Well the bloodlust of the monster they have cursed me to have within. Father made me blood capsules and bloodshots when I need them. To control them. Bloodshots when the rage is triggered along with the bloodlust." He glanced over his shoulder. "I don't drink blood. I eat just like you guys. Doesn't always have the flavor like you guys can taste but I can eat it. Don't taste like sandpaper. I need at least two to three hours of sleep. They don't sleep. I don't turn to dust you stab me I bleed." He said in a withdrawn voice.<br/><br/>He looked ahead. "Technically because of them...yes...I am a vampire. I will NEVER be one of them. I am not one as far as I am concerned. I told you the facts. You slayers can take it as you will." He said simply. Jumping up and latched onto a pole. Flipping to stand up on it.<br/><br/>Looking down at the slayers. "I got no beef with the true humans. Only with the leeches who attack them. They hate me. You guys hate me. Heh...not like it matters. I hate what I am." He looked down at them. "Least I got there...by killing that round the others ran off. Gonna go bitch to their creator. Good. I like pissing them off."<br/><br/>He remembered something. "Ah. Right. You were asking that one about his creator. The one you ashed name was Matthew Hoshi. Got into fights a lot and tended to drain men over women. Well if you looking for that ones creator, name Jikol Maramo...he is in China Town. Big ass dragon in gold on the front doors. Guarded by his vampire pets during the day and his changed at night. Three levels. Top level heavily guarded. The dude whose father I dusted is in the room on the far back. Big ass diamond lotus flower on the door. Therein is the creator of the posse that attacked you. Big ass door too....you can't miss it."<br/><br/>He looked down at them. "Anything else? Hmm? No. Good. Best get going. I heard from the old man that you slayers hate when you gotta beat the shit out of the pets. Stupid in my mind...wanting to be a pet to one day be a leech." He scoffed and stood there looking at them. "And again...those leeches...are not my kind." He flipped up onto the building and stood on it. "I'm an outcast. They dubbed me the Daywalker. They made me...now I'm going to kill them...when they try to kill the true humans. Funny part is...you guys obviously missed their hate and venom when talking my way. Kinda amusing really."<br/><br/>He turned and walked away from the edge but stopped. "Heh...but you really want to fight. I'll be found in Central Park at twelve noon tomorrow. I need a few hours sleep. Gotta find a new place to crash...seeing as that one was leech infested. I need to catch at least two hours of z's maybe three." He walked out of view.