Doyle had made it to the main house without, lucky being seen. He had parked Xander’s car right where he had left it and cleaned out the blood. He was now currently, almost tearing up the kitchen looking for a first aid kit
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Doyle felt sick, or faint, but he blamed it on the blood loss as he rested against the wall. “Thelma… I need a first aid kit.” He swallowed thickly, looking up at her with his good eye. “I’ll tell you later, yeah? Just need a kit.”
"Tore it apart." Doyle breathed as he looked around, then back at Thelma. He limped towards a table and sat down, hissing as he pulled off his jacket. "Don't suppose you believe in demons and vampires do you?"
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"What exactly are--what the hell happened to you?"
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