Sep 29, 2016
Alaric watched the beating with obvious amusement, going so far as to casually light a smoke while he waited. There was no denying that the fae was enjoying John's suffering, and had no intention of preventing it. It wasnt until his cigarette was done that Alaric moved with blinding speed and grace to dispatch the demons playing with the hunter. "Maybe we ought to get you in a nursing home."
John fell to the ground, breathing through his mouth since he had a broken nose. “S....shit...” He hissed, spitting blood on the ground. He hadn’t even known Alaric was there until the demon’s neck had been snapped. He rolled to his side carefully, testing to see how badly broken his ribs were.
