"Apparently I’m on their hit list." Nodding while she slowly removed the blanket, looking around. "I’m a Pureblood, one of the perks, I can walk in the sun." Standing she held her hand out for his, "so what’s your deal? You smell odd and why in the world were you caught up in this mess?"
"A pretty little vampire like you? On a hitlist?" He teased as the blanket dropped away, shaking his head. "Color me unsurprised. It's always the pretty ones that are the most dangerous. Example A," He waved to the woman, "And B for you." He waved to himself, laughing before taking her hand and pulling himself up. "That makes sense. I've met a few Puerbloods, so it makes sense that you don't. I guess I assumed and didn't want to risk burning a new friend to a crisp before I even got her name." He nods his head with a wink. "Since you told me what you were, I should tell you what I am. I'm a shifter. Shape shifter. And I got caught up in this when I smelled your rotten asses. No offense, but vampires all reek of old blood. Don't get me started on Crusniks."
