Xavier all but confirmed what John had suspected. Everything about his old friend that he once knew now spoke undead. John wouldn't have been more surprised if Xavier had bared his fangs at him. He would've been more on guard, yes, but not afraid. John's own brother was a vampire now, and John wondered if Xavier even knew that. Had he cut off contact with the whole tribe? Who even was Xavier anymore? It had been years and years. John wasn't fool enough to think their friendship remained strong all that time despite Zee's silence.
On one of the strings that hung around John's neck, next to his medicine bag, was a pouch of garlic. Hooked to it was a sharp silver pin. John brandished them both, the pin between his two knuckles and the bag of garlic in his fist.
"I'll kill you if you come any closer to me." His hazel eyes flashed behind strands of straight dark hair. "What do you want?"