"........mm." he then mumbled.

"Sure." he said.

"And I'm nobody." he told her. "Nobody you should concern yourself with." he said further.

"Only those women that sell their bodies are to be purged." he then added candidly.

The man completely froze when he heard that.

"....." he was silent, almost seeming to be panicked, before he looked at her.

"N-no." he said.

"No, no, my... my name's not Jack." he told her with a small laugh.

"Not at all. I mean, it DOES start with 'J', but... eh-heh..." he chuckled further, avoiding her gaze.

"....what?" he asked, looking at her again.

"Stay? Are you serious?" he asked her.

"Why?" he asked further.

"I mean, what I did, and... who I am..." he said, trailing off some, before freezing again.

"Allegedly!" he quickly said.

"Why help me like this?"

Again, the man was silent for a moment.

"I see." he then said.

"That... does make some sense." he admitted.

"Though the street is really not a problem for me." he told her.

"........usually." he then mumbled.

"It's a bother when vampires try to kill me."

"......no." the male answered.

"Well... yes AND no." he told her.

"To say I am a human is both correct and incorrect." he said. "To say that I am a vampire is also correct, but at the same time, not correct as well." he continued.

"I am... both, and neither. I do not fit in with either side." he went on.

"Humans and vampires fight against each other, but they unite in one thing." he told her further, before pausing.

"Their hatred for those like ME."

The man sighed as well.

"Yes." he replied.

"I am." he told her.

"A monster to some, a blight to others." he muttered.

"So I live out of spite now, essentially." he then said.

"They can see me however they want, but as long as my existence angers them, my existence is justified."

"Indeed." the male responded.

"You're not a human, you're not a vampire. So it makes sense." he said.

"Lycans don't really count as well, because they'd hate me regardless if I was fully one or the other. It's not like they doubly-hate me." he reasoned.

"...some have even said they wouldn't hunt after me BECAUSE of how I anger both sides of what I am." he then muttered.

"And yes... you are a rarity as well." he commented, shifting the subject as she had.

"Normally I can smell the difference, but this time... well, the smell of your own kill obscured it, and I was... getting to be in a very desperate situation."

"............" again, he was silent for a moment.

"Yeah." he said.

He then looked out the window, and sighed.

"Suppose I might as well stay if I'm welcome." he muttered. "Odds are Scotland Yard's out patrolling for me, or acting on some kind of hint someone gave them." he reasoned.

"Laying low for the night is probably the smartest thing." he added.

The man narrowed his eyes.

"My name is not Jack." he told her.

"That being said, my real name is something I don't give out." he said.

"At all." he added sternly.

"So call me Jack if you want." he told her.

"Or just call me 'J' if you want, as well." he then finished.

Jack got up, and followed her.

"Didn't say I didn't like it." he said.

"I was just trying to avoid detection, due to my candour slip-up back there." he said.

"Regardless, I DO appreciate this." he told her.

"Most people wouldn't do this for me, for... well, obvious reasons." he said further.

"....are you new in this area?" he then asked her.

"I've not smelled one like you around here before."