He was happy to come in, even happier to sit... seemed wore out and tired... When she said he looked bad... he didnt answer...
"Most of it's above the waist... got burned pretty bad too..." he said to her as she went to dab the rag at one of the wounds across his cheek...
"...eh... more so... who I pissed off 10 years ago..." he said to her then glanced away when she went to turn his head to look at the scar.
"Got bashed in the head with a guitar... had one of them... metal discs in it... was silver..." he said to her then as she traced it he winced... seemed painful still...
"Who's chasin me now-... the guy that did it's fans..." he said to her then sighed "Was up in Oregon... enjoyin that cloudy weather... n a group of hunters that I guess know him recognized me..." he added then huffed.
"One minute I'm enjoyin a beer n some music in some bar... next I'm droppin n runnin fir m' damn life..." he added then sighed.
Then he moved to let her see his shoulder, popping the buttons on the beat up dark flannel he'd found to save his skin from the sun a bit... bullet wound in the shoulder... burnt...
"They're gettin smarter... tippin bullets in silver." he added then winced when she went at it. The blood coming from it blackened and poisoned from the obvious burn of silver.
"Pulled the bullet... just... didnt have time t' stop n bandage... they just kept catchin up..." he said then glanced to her as she did her thing, she would see that the eye on the side where what scar was didnt reflect right... seemed clouded... like frosted glass... must've hurt something in there... probably rendered his nightvision worse for wear... but the way he was trying to keep the ear that wasnt on that side towards her seemed to also hint he couldn't hear well on that side...
He was a awful mess wasnt he... If it was bad enough to leave permanent damage on a vampire- it was nasty...
Thankfully he was alive... little bashed up and not quite the sweet face he used to be... but gave more of the kicked dog look too... seemed a lot more humbled than she knew him before too... skittish even... like a scared animal... then again... he was... his inclanations and his bloodline had lead to a more animalistic vampirism than some others... result of tribal ways and such ancient blood... even down to the fangs, where most only had a few- he had a whole maw of them... molars permanently sharpened and warped like a dogs, locking into one another... Claws that acted more like talons and were retractable... that red glint like a alligators... the noises he made at times... instincts ran stronger like a well bred hunting dog...
Such a strange thing Vampirism was... so consistent and yet- so difinitively unique from person to person... one could take a more seductive appearance like dracula, or take more animalistic appearances like nosfuratu...
"...Lost em a few days ago... somewhere in St.Louis..." he added then looked to meet her gaze. Swallowing hard, seeming scared...
"I missed you... its been... too long..." he murmured.