((It'll still make him feel crappy...))

Logan stared where he the syringe had pierced him.It was slightly redder than his original,but nothing major

"You alright?"Stefan asked,as he whizzed past him.Logan ducked,a bullet hole where his head had been

"Hey!"He yelled,but laughed.

Damon also laughed,he he dodged bullets and kill men. 

Crispin was sittign down propped against a tree, his breathign ragged.  He had finnaly decided to call Logan's number, knowign he'd pcik up.

"Dammit, Logan, the hell are you?  Listen, I got a few hits on that needle, so I can barely stand.  But that's not why I called.  The kid, I tohught he fell asleep, but it's a tad bit more elaborate.  Before we loose out client, how's about you give me a friggin' drop by?"  He asked extremely annoyed.

"Sure,"Logan answered,laughing

"Let's go,boys!"He called,before hanging up.In seconds,the trio were where Crispin stood

"What happened?"Stefan asked,checking the by's vital signs 

"The ehll should I know?"  Hr gorwled, walkign over to Stefan and swatting his hand away.  "Don't do that, hs skin is all broke out and blotchy, It might have a connection to it,"  He said, then looekd at Logan: Well, now what do we do?"  He was lookign perfectly fine, but in reality he wanted to collapse and regain his energy.  However, even in his condition, hje wasn't to be taken lgihtly.  He could still put up a good fight, and most people didn't get on his bad side.  Hence the only perosn he talked to, really, weas Logan, he didn't annoy him as much as the other's did.

"I believe he ingested osmethign that is giving him a reaction.  A trip to the doctor's office isn't advised, but do you think we should?"

"How about a hospital three states away?"Logan offered,grabbing the kid

"Oh,and hit Stefan again,and he'll inject even more of that poison into your system.Or he'll just bite you,"He added.

Stefan grinned,showing his vampire-killing silver teeth 

Crispin roleld hsi eyes.

"Exuse me for not pissing myself."  He then turned to the boy.

"I beleive he came in contact with somethign he's alergetic towards, or he's bunkign with a pretty bad infection.  Speakign of Stefan, how about this:

Stefan and I will scout the area, kill anyhtign that moves, slash, tryign to kill the kid.  You and the other two birng him to the hospital, and make sure he doesn't flat-line."  He said.

"Alright,"Logan laughed,picking Leon up

"I'm not carrying him,"Damon scoffed,as he jumped out the window.

"Oh shut up,"Stefan muttered,but smirked."Let's go,Crispy" 

"Alright."Stefan replied,before disappearing. He checked the roofs, and in the abandoned buildings around him. Sure enough, he found a gas bomb. But not a regular one. An O+ blood bomb. This would disorient them for a while

"Crispy!"He yelled,laughing 

"..What?"  He snapped annoyed.  Not because of him calling him 'Crispy,' but because he was distracted.  He head footsteps, and saw a shadow.  He didn't need to see who it was.  He had the scent.  "Idiot, I tohught I told you t ocheck upstairs, you want me to knock you one?"  He threatened annoyed waving a fist, but the figure in the shadow's appeared to be Steffan, but strangely off.  He was wearign a large cloak, and he was caked in dirt, his mouth was dripping with blood and his lips were curled into a sick smiled.  Crispin placed a hand on his hip and gave a dismissing nod.  "I tohught I said to check upstai-"  "Here,"  Was all the figure said, then turned and started wlaking.  "...What the hell...?" He muttered.  "...Steffan?"  He walked behind, more like stalking, but followed all the same.  "What did you kill?  I tohught I told you to tell me what it not only was, but not to kill it.  And I didn't smell anything..."  He mumbled.  The figure stopped.  "Scared, Crispy?"  He taunted.  "..I'm  killing you when this is over..."  He growled, then followed the figure.  "..What's so special about the damn forest?! I tohught you and your other idiot friends were supposed to be keepign that boy safe?"  He questioned, looking at that now approching forest.  "....They don't matter right now.  I need help with something,"  "..Then what about tweedle dumb?  I'm outta here!"  He growled taking a sharp turn.  "Tell those other idiot's you hang with I quit!"  He snarled.  "...Why...?"  He questioned. 

Crispin turned around to snap at the man but, he found himself getting smacked so hard in the abdomen he got the wind knocked out of him.  "..Dammit, what's wrong with you?!"  He growled annoyed, taking a step back, the next hit he saw comming and quickly cartwheeled out of the way.  "You really wanna take me on, boy?!"  He snapped.