He woke but it felt like he was dreaming, he woke again and the house had faded into shadows, the 3rd and final time he was woken by his cell phone. He had once again missed practice. Galvin rose from his drug felt slumber. He missed man calls, so many frequent ones by his parents. He ran his hand through his knotted hair, catching a blood clump in his fingers. Still half asleep he left the abandoned house sauntering to the nearest bus stop. Luckily he had his wallet and was able to get back to his home. Entering the door he was greeted by whines of desperation. The boxer greeted him with an abundance of love, making his wounds open. He hissed latching the leash on to the collar. A walk, a shower, clean up... His mental list stop and was narrowed down to shower, food, sleep.

he felt like flinging his phone out the window "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE IS NO BODY?!" shaking he listened as his brother gleefully relayed to him that there was blood enough but no body, dead or otherwise to be found. growling a 'thanks' he tossed the phone to the floor and stomped it. he needed a drink and badly

By the time Agamemnon finished dragging him about his list had narrowed down to simply sleep. He left a message for his dance company saying he had caught something and to promote the understudy. He also left a message for his parents and details to where his bike was parked. Galvin called into bed content to let his dog sleep on top of him. This pattern continued for at least a week.

"one thimbleful of blood for rest" dutifully cirro reached out for the bottle of refined elder sap and poured in the proper amount. "chilli pepper to break hexes" sliding his hand under the shelf of jars he dug around for the spice box, dried would work as well as jarred. "an eagle for protection." reaching out he found the jar to be empty with a note to go dig up more. he made a face he didn't have any wild garlic. biting his lip he weighed his options and decided to go with a substitution. stepping away from the table he went to get a head from the fridge

His dog bounced around him as usual. He had a lot of catching up to do especially since he had been demoted to understudy but when his boss saw the bites from the vicious dog he felt a little sympathy and was happy that Galvin didn't rip something in his shoulders fighting off the beast. He stopped in time to see Agamemnon scratch at the door. Scampering over to the leash and his jacket and and his friend went into the streets.

he was a creature of habit, he knew this, it was not something that had ever helped o hindered him in the past but as the car stopped at the light next to the dog park and he saw that fucker pyce playing with his dog again he was grateful he was. with a barking command to go park he left the car at the red light and wading through a stopped lane of traffic stalked up to the sidewalk and leaped the short fence to get to the man on the other side

He laughed as his dog caught toy from the air and triumphantly brought it back to him. He knelt beside him trying to wrestle the fabric out of his mouth. The low playful growls suddenly grew more menacing. At first he assumed it was simply another dog trampling over his dogs territory. When he sounds would not stop he looked over his shoulder to see a dark figure stomping towards him. The red hair was a give away as to who it was.

he did not stop until there was barely two feet between them, only the potential for unwanted gawkers kept him from strangling the man where he stood. lowly he growled, "you should not still be here, who rescued you? what is fucking wrong with you that i must see you every weekend like some damned cursed jinx floating around me?"

He blinked glancing around at the other casual pedestrians. Agamemnon had calmed down since the man stopped walking but his questions confused him. "No one rescued me. This, is only the 5th location you have seen me. It hardly counts as every where." He said flatly not in the mood to think up witty banter. "And it is public property." He added. His fingers slipped to latch the leash on to his dog and he stood keeping him close to his side. "If you have a jinx I suggest you talk to Cirro, now the question is what are you doing here?"

at the mention of the man he struck out and quickly grabbed the stalker's arm to put him to the ground but a large maw uncomfortably close to his own wrist kept him from bending back the other man's arm. he did not let go. "curb your animal and your tongue"

He scoffed. "Do facts offend you? And if you don't like dogs I suggest you leave the dogpark." He said balling Agamemnons leash and pulling the dog to his side. He pushed the dog to his side, trying to keep the vampire in his vision but leave.

he kept his grip on the man even as the other made an attempt to leave. he was dragged along. "i have tried threats, i have tried convincing, i have even tried breaking you and yet nothing dissuades you from this insanity you seem to be under the thrall of"

He growled trying to wiggle his arm out of Kenneths arm while trying to keep his dog at bay. "Tsk. You sound stupid, blaming me for that." He turned and glared at Kenneth. "I got up again and again, "He jostled his shoulder trying to get out of the mans grasp." and now I am trying to walk my dog. I have not been out of my home in a week and you are disturbing my Saturday night. Let go and move."

feeling the jerk he tightened his grip and moved to catch up so they were side-by-side. "so what does that make you? a weekend stalker? or have you given up and forgot to say?"

"Excuse me for being fucking bloody on the floor of your boytoys house. I am still human with a life and bills." He growled and threw his head back moving some of his hair out of his face. "I didn't think dying twice was such a thrill for you, you made that clear out last few encounters." he grasp did not deter him this time from breaking free. He realized it would leave a nasty bruise. He sneered at the man. "You will just have to wait in line for your next turn."

he was surprised enough at the rebuff that he could do nothing but stare at the quickly retreating back, when he did finally come to he was at the startling realization that despite the frustration and anger the man incited in him he had also grown accustomed to the habit of running into the him over the old one of picking up strange women at the club had been before. bounding up he took the arm again only this time instead of breaking a wrist he invaded a mouth