Lydia! Shit! He started to crawl toward her, but he immediately felt the wound reopen.. a gush of blood seeping warmly against his hand. Luckily, Thalia (who had donated clothes to his girlfriend before) took control of the situation. Gratitude crept into his dark eyes --something that wasn't often there, but that the older woman would have recognized.
He pressed his shirt further into his neck, willing the bleeding to stop, willing the insane vampire to just leave the damn Diner, to just leave them alone. He'd done enough damage for one day. His mouth opened like a fish out of water as the blade flew through the air at his GM.. but no scream came out. Thankfully the man moved out of the way.
And then he was up, yanked by the psycho-bloody-monster, and he growled with unrelenting fury --despite the very real, very sad fact that he had been totally bested. Defeated. "Fuck. You." He didn't remove his hand or his shirt from the wound. He was woozy on his feet but stood his ground. He was not going to faint in front of this fucker. He wasn't going to give him the pleasure. No sign of weakness. None, Seth. "Just go. You got what you wanted."