It was Johnny. I mushed the face a bit and then leaned in and said, "Hey, b*tch. It's me Dylan. I'm here to rescue your dumbass."
"Aww, thanks. You do actually care. I was thinking you would leave me to rot. I wasn't the best father, I'll admit. But at least I never put my hands on you," he said.
"What are you talking about old man?" I said as I cut the ropes holding his hands behind his back with blood manipulation. "You were a fine father, which is more than many people can say."
The dust cleared and a bunch of vampires were aiming guns at us. "Oh sh*t," I said.