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It seemed like a normal night at Red on the Water. Isolt was doing paperwork in the office and kept shooing him out. Apparently he was too "distracting" to have around when she was trying to get work done. So instead he found himself downstairs in the tavern socializing with the regulars and helping the bar staff serve drinks. He got into a few decent conversations, picked up some gossip from around town and even had to turn down some numbers from three very determined vampire sisters who kept looking at him like he was a rare steak. There was a time when he didn't know how to turn down advances but with a hot redhead like the one upstairs to think about and return home with every morning, he found every reason in the book not to indulge other women anymore. It just came easy. He helped around as needed until one of the bartenders said they needed to make a trash run. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he walked over. "I'll do it." The poor frazzled girl seemed at a loss for words, not wanting to let one of the owners do the simple cleaming but at the same time, not wanting to come across as arguing. He flashed her one of those easy smirks though and her face started flaming. She ducked her head with a subtle nod and walked away and that's all he needed to pick up the bags and head out the back door and into the alley. There was a lone light out there for the humans but his keen vision could pick up on everything even without light. His nose was what caught his attention first, though. Fairy blood, fresh. His head snapped around, his fangs already extending. Usually he'd have better control than this but he'd been trying to keep his head above water a lot, lately and it was starting to affect his focus. Isolt was progressing in her "pregnancy" and he was supporting her through it, even though he knew it should be impossible in the first place. He was stressed, wondering what would happen in the end. Would she lose the baby? It would devastate her. Would there even be a baby or just some cruel trick? Either way, she was going to get hurt cause he couldn't see a world where she went to term and delivered a healthy baby from an undead womb. Because of this, he held in a lot of untapped anger. He hated what that coven had done to her. He hated that even though he rescued her, they were still able to hurt her with what they'd already done. He'd been hunting a lot lately, targetting witches and warlocks from the New Eden, and torturing them just to curb some of his anger. It was only temporary relief but it helped. So tonight he was eager to forget about real life for a minute and just be a predator for once. Humanity switch turned off and just let loose and be what the Devil intended. He was usually very disciplined with this sort of thing but the fairy blood was rich and potent. He was alredy salivating. He dropped the bags on the ground and crouched, sneaking toward the smell. When he saw the man with his hand cut, he watched the thick blood drip onto the ground. Such a waste. His eyes practically glowed as he looked up, studying the fairy. He was old, very old if the smell of his blood was anything to go by. He smelled like heaven. Closing his eyes, Damon found that switch and turned it off, enjoying the feral thoughts running through his mind. Just one taste, then he could go back to being a strong support for his fiance and unborn child. He moved forward, sneaking till he was sure he could then he leapt to the roof of the building by the fairy and propped himself up on the edge. Looking down, he licked his lips, enjoying the view before he threw himself straight down at the man, aiming to land on the man's back and bite into the side of his neck. Down the prey, then drain him. He could worry about the details later. |