As she woke and pushed his hand away, Ira stood and moved away from her. He brought his wrist to his own mouth, sucking at the blood until it stopped flowing, rather than getting anything stained. He didn't turn as she spoke. She laughed a bit, which surprised him. After all that had just happened, it didn't seem she would feel like laughing.

Ira started to search through the piles of junk, looking for materials for a splint. His wrist was still hurting him, reminding him that he needed to do something about it. He wouldn't be able to break his own arm, he knew that much. He found a roll of bandages, and continue searching.

Her question caught him of guard. He knew that she would be curious, but he hadn't expected the question at the time. He didn't answer for a moment, picking up a piece of scrap cardboard.

"Because you knew." He muttered. Ira didn't expand on the answer, brushing off the question as he came back to sit beside her. He placed the bandages and cardboard on his lap. "Help me out, now." He said gruffly holding out his injured arm.

Jaslene watched him finishing the remaining of the blood dripping from his hand.
Looking at the house's appearance,she didn't think getting something stained mattered to him.
And then the expression on his face when she laughed.Why was he so shocked?

When Ira asked for her to help him,Jaslene used the cardboard to stable his hand and then wrapped the bandages around his arm tightly but carefully.Afterward she looked at him
"All done"

"Thanks." He pulled his arm back, looking down uncomfortably. She was still bleeding slightly, the cuts on her legs not having healed yet. "You want to get cleaned up?" He offered. He didn't have much first aid material laying around, but he could try and find something. He was sure that a bottle of pain pills were laying around in the kitchen. He didn't need food, so his fridge was empty, except for perhaps a few bags of emergency blood. Though vampires could still eat food if they wanted, it didn't serve any purpose.

Jaslene nodded and looked down at the wounds on her legs " Yes please".Looking around the house again she doubted he'd have anything.Her stomach suddenly growled and she looked around desperately for something to eat or drink.

Ira walked into the small kitchen, which was as messy as the rest of the house. He found a white towel, and turned on the kitchen sink. The water was cold, but that might have been better. He held the towel under it with one hand. Meanwhile, with the other, he opened the cupboard above the sink. There were several bottle of pills in it, and he grabbed some extra strength Tylenol.

Turning off the sink, he went back to the living room where Jaslene lay on the couch. He handed her the towel and found a seat in the armchair. He popped open the pills and poured some into his hand. He swallowed what was surely an overdose, though it wouldn't kill or damage him, just make him tired.

He glanced over at Jaslene as her stomach growled. "You want some blood?" He offered.

Jaslene took the cloth and put it on her leg."Want some blood" he asked her.She nodded and sat up on the couch."But why do you care so much about me"

He sighed, looking down. His dark hair fell into his face, covering his eyes. "Well, this is my fault. You're...you're my responsibility now. If you do anything... wrong... it would be my fault too. We could both get... you know, killed." It came out softly.

He was silent for a moment. Then, snapping out of it, he glanced back up sharply. "You want some cold blood from the fridge, then? It might be easier to swallow." Ira told her.

Jaslene pushed his hair from his face "I deserve to die"She said softly.Her eyes were small and sad as she spoke."Either temperature is fine"She said and looked away from him slowly. " Don't do it Jaslene"She said to herself.

He shook his head, turning away from her touch. "No. You don't." He said firmly, standing. He turned to return to the kitchen. Hearing her say something, he glanced over his shoulder. Ira shook his head, thinking he was probably hearing things.

"How would you know?You barely know me" She muttered before he left.For a moment,Jaslene had liked Ira now she thought he was a deadly nightmare she couldn't wake up from.Jaslene looked down at her wounds and wished--wished she was still in the hospital.

'Because I know what it's like to deserve death. Ira though darkly on his way out.

He opened the nearly empty fridge to find a few bags of blood. He took one out and poured it into two glasses. He preferred fresh blood, but he couldn't be picky now. Blood would help him heal faster.

He came back into the living room and sat back down in his armchair, handing Jaslene a glass. "Don't expect to be able to hold that down quite yet." He warned her, leaning back and taking a casual sip of his own drink.

Jaslene sighed and took the glass from his hand.She took a small sip and coughed but nothing else, one more sip and a loud gag...she put the glass on the table and covered her mouth quickly.

Ira watched her as he drank, a bit relieved that she wasn't quite as... bloodthirsty as him. "You'll get used to it." He said, draining the last bit of his own. He placed the glass on the coffee table and glanced up at the clock on one of the walls to see the time.

"Look, I have to get changed. We can't stay here for too long, so, um, get ready to leave." He told her, hoping she didn't ask why. He was in no mood to explain that they were being hunted.

Jaslene finished the remaining of the blood in the cold glass.Her get used to blood...never...she couldn't get used to living in the city for 16 years.Her eyes continuously glanced at Ira, he had such a magnetic charm that she couldn't help but resist.

"Look, I have to get changed. We can't stay here for too long, so, um, get ready to leave." He told her...but why?She didn't bother ask.There was nothing she needed to get ready excepting herself."You have to tell him sometime"Jaslene said louder then she had planned to...

Ira stood up to leave when he heard Jaslene. "You have to tell him sometime." Immediately, he lowered himself back into the armchair, now determined to find out what she needed to tell him. His brown eyes watched her closely.

"What do you have to tell me?" He was sounding suspicious now, and his body was tensed. Most of the surprises he had gotten in his vampire life hadn't been pleasant. Ira never liked surprises, preferring to know everything and to be in control.

"I'll be the first to catch and kill a vampire,
Jaslene.You just wait and see"said a tall aggressive
man looking down at his 8 year old daughter
"No daddy don't!!"The little girl pleaded
"They're just like us...but special"

Jaslene looked at Ira " I...I'm sorry"She stumbled
"You would have been better off without me"
She looked down "My father..."

"What do mean?" He said, his tone softening ever so slightly. Ira frowned, still tense, watching her.

"My father hunts vampires"She blurted out and braced herself to be slapped.She looked at him innocently "I'm sorry"she pleaded looking away from him.

He relaxed. Of course, Ira wasn't happy about it, but it didn't put him in any immediate danger. Besides, if parents were any reflection of their children... Ira grimaced as unwelcome, human memories rushed back.

'Dad?' Called a young boy, rocking on his heels. He stood in a hallway, clearly of a nice home, expensive paintings adorning the well-painted walls.

A woman, blonde and curvy, quite good looking, came down the hallway, her heels clicking on the hardwood flooring. She came up to the boy, placing her manicured hands on his shoulders. 'Daddy's working now, Ira, dear. Let's not bother him.'

'But... after he came back, he said he would..' The boy stuttered, looking up at his mother.

She shook her head. 'Off to bed now." She said firmly, releasing Ira so he could go to his room.

He shook his head, as if to get rid of the memories. He turned to Jaslene with a weak smile. "Well, does that mean he's going to kill you for being one, or kill me for making you one?"

" I don't know"she replied softly and continued to look away from him. " he was cruel and didn't care about anyone but himself,If he has the chance he probably kill us both."she added with a deep sigh.