His brows knit together and he sighed. “Psssshhhh…. I dunno, hit? Bite? Run until my high heel breaks?” He wondered what Deanna would do; probably stand back and take Polaroids of the carnage. Did vampires help with this stuff if it was in their interest, too, or was it just all chaos all the time? He knew little about his peers – in fact he knew more good guys than bad – and he wasn’t sure how to rectify it, short of siring a buddy.

“I’ll be all right. I’m already dead. Why, are you worried about me?”