Oh, Christ.  This night just kept getting more and more fucked up. The girl he thought was dead turned out to be a vampire, the cops are (probably) freaking the fuck out at the sight of a werewolf, vampire, and an assorted bun ch of hunters in a room filled with a large army of cockroaches that used to be a bar... it was hard for Leofwine to keep track of just everything going on. The vampire attack got his full attention.<br/><br/>He saw the gung-ho hunter go down for the count, but he didn't think JJ had been drained dry. The vampire didn't spend enough time feeding on him to have done that, and that meant he might still be alive, might be able to be saved. Part of him didn't want to, part of him blamed him for all this shit going down in the first place because he had shot off his mouth...but then their's the part of him that just can't stand to see a person suffering or wounded.<br/><br/>His eyes quickly assessed the situation, and he began to drag JJ back towards  behind the bar counter. This would keep them at least somewhat protected and out of sight, and above and beyond that, he was hoping that this place might have a first aid kit that he could make use of...and the most likely place for aforementioned kit to be, if their is one, would be behind the bar.