"Sorry buddy, but I kind of need your life," the man who was now known as Glenn Rhee sighed and patted the man formerly known as Glenn Rhee on his very dead thigh. He really hadn't wanted to kill the kid. It was just that hopping from one identity to another was getting a lot harder to do. He needed social security numbers and photo I.D. and birth certificates to open bank accounts and get credit lines and basically do anything that didn't involve carrying every single penny he owned on his person at all times. And the last five years he'd had shit luck getting a decent fake that he could use to apply for college scholarships.

The kid formerly known as Glenn Rhee was the man now known as Glenn Rhee's ticket to a better life and a more stable future. He had never had the big vast fortune of wealth that nearly vampire in existence (according to popular media) should have to make their prolonged lives easier. He also didn't have the desire to live in caves or swamps or on the street like the rest of those (popular media) vampires did. During the forties and up through the eighties he'd been able to get away with moving from city to city as a 'recent' immigrant worker or a second generation immigrant with no paperwork to speak of. People hadn't really looked twice at that and he'd been able to open a few bank accounts in smaller towns before the electronic revolution and the background checks that the nineties brought on. Now he could barely access what money he had. He'd needed a new plan.

That plan was free-ride college scholarships and working part time to build his life savings back up. He could easily make the scores on the entrance exams and his grades wouldn't suffer, particularly in the world history department. He'd lived the last four hundred years of it, after all. But getting the legal identity squared away... that was the issue. With the last of the money he could easily access about to run out on him, he'd gotten just a bit desperate.

And then Glenn Rhee walked into his life.

Another Korean kid that looked just enough like him they could have been brothers. He found Glenn at a street race, both of them trying to earn a little extra cash on the side. Him for the everyday needs of paying for a basic apartment on the outskirts of Detroit and Glenn to pay back a loan that he didn't want to go to his parents about. They'd bonded and he'd even go so far as to call Glenn a friend.

But sadly, Glenn had to die so that Glenn could live.

So he had.

Glenn shut his eyes and took a deep breath, then slammed his head forward against the wheel. Hard enough to split his forehead and deploy the passenger's side airbag. Made him pretty groggy, too. Which was good. He needed to be just out of it enough to be believable to the paramedics when they retrieved the two of them and determined his best friend to be dead from the unfortunate wreck.

What a way to end their trip to Atlanta right before the semester started. He'd be heartbroken when they told him the impact to the tree killed his friend immediately. He'd be devastated they couldn't go to school together like they planned. He'd have no idea how to get in touch with his friend's parents, either, since both of them had been disowned for their choices in education.

But he'd power through it.

Glenn was a survivor.