Raymond signed slightly as he was lowered to the ground to rest against the wall. His head fell back some so that he could look up to the night skies and just breath for a minute. He felt more ragged and worn down than he ever had in his life. And though he should have been fearful and angry, he felt a strange sense of euphoria. It was like a high he had never known existed. Better not tell Coleman about that.

The mention of doing it again caused him to pull his gaze from the skies to focus on the man, no the vampire, still standing there in the alley. He was a bit surprised he'd continued to lurk. Wasn't it more common to take your fill then flee? At least, that had always been Ray's belief of the things. What were vampires even? Beings? Creatures? Monstrosities?

No. This man wasn't a monster of any sort. At least not in the way he was acting. He may have nearly killed Ray but he was lingering around to make sure there weren't any hard feelings and that had the drained boxer suddenly questioning almost everything.

"I.. No," he said, giving a weak shrug, "No hard feelings." He stared at the vampire then, looking him over from head to toe. Ray's punch would have normally knocked a man of his stature out but clearly he was no normal man. Probably not even a normal vampire from the looks of it. Though he didn't know if that was really a thing. Were there different types of vampires? Too many questions were filling his mind.

"That was supposed to hurt, right?" he found himself asking instead.

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