More blood spilled out of his mouth as Caleb found himself on his bad side with even more pain shocking its way slowly throughout his body. The blonde male was about to say something when the foot under his body was removed and almost shoved in his face. That slender foot clouded his vision even more than it already was. The comment about him dying sooner than what he said made a worm of sorrow eat through his heart. If this male really was a vampire, he could save him. Make him one of them. Caleb would rather spend a whole eternity in darkness than die right there in the parking lot of his families business. Sure, his mother would be sad but eventually she would overcome her sorrow and be stronger for it. Still, the thought of leaving his mother alone saddened him almost as much as dying at such a young age did.<br/><br/>Despite his growing hatred for the other, Caleb listened to everything he had to say and listened intently, hanging on to every word like it was going to be the last word he was ever going to hear. More insults came his was along with the talk about another watcher. The 'real' watcher of New Arklow. Immediately Caleb wanted to meet this man. The man who made this monster that was now standing in front of him telling him how his mother was going to be even more of a basket case.<br/><br/>"You wouldn't know a nice guy if he punched you in the face." Caleb said after his glasses were back on his face and he could finally see the male in front of him as clear as he did before. "As far as my glasses are concerned, I love my glasses and even if I do become one of you I will still keep them." The blonde wiped the blood from his face with is forearm, the view of his blood making his vision blurry again even with his glasses on. Caleb didn't need a few minutes to think about it. Hell, he didn't even know if he had a few minutes left on this earth. Once he was dead the opportunity for him to be changed would probably be gone and he would forever just be a corpse.<br/><br/>"Let him go." Caleb commanded, knowing that it probably wouldn't do any good no matter what he said. But the words he said right after had the hope that the slender male would listen to him. "After you turn me I wan't to kill him. Revenge is a dish best served cold, is it not?"