Alva had leaned against the wall and slowly slid down it till he was sitting. He watched the fight with interest. Heâ€™d heard of the daywalker but had never met him before, it was something to behold. If it were a normal day and heâ€™d had time to prepare he would have been able to do something but those idiots had screwed that up pretty good. When it was over he was impressed at how quickly the man applied all the necessary things needed after getting injured by a vampire. â€œThank you.â€ He said slowly getting to his feet again carefully. â€œIâ€™ll be alright. My name is Alva, and from what I can tell you are the one they call the daywalker.â€ He said wincing when he put weight on the leg the vampire had grabbed in the subway.<br/><br/>â€œI know of you through similar channels.â€ He explained before Ashton had a chance to ask. A part of him felt a little strange, dizzy and he knew it was from a lack of blood. He felt himself slipping back downward.