Post by HECTOR DACRE on Jul 23, 2023 17:17:59 GMT
Hector didn’t think he needed to explicitly tell people not to be an arsehole in the bar, it was just an unwritten rule, but he sat at the bar watching two vampires argue about literally nothing. One had taken a dislike to the other and that was about it. He sipped on his whiskey, observing from afar. He’d already knocked back a bottle, now polishing off a second one.
A sense of anxiety still hung over him, despite Ayla being out of the bar and Damien agreeing to keep Aurora away. He felt uncomfortable about it all. Ayla could walk through the doors and ruin his life. Aurora could ignore Damien and tell Tristan everything. It was a lot of trust to put in these people and the only one he had faith in was Damien, for now. Hector had pulled out the ‘we’re old friends.’ card with him.
It felt like something was going to kick off at any moment, but maybe that was because he was watching two vampires at each other's throats. Neither of them had thrown a fist yet, but tensions were rising, with one of the vampires looking unhinged. He was the ticking time bomb which suddenly exploded. Hector was expecting the pair to have a little brawl, but no, the unhinged one ripped the other vampire’s heart clean out of his chest. There was no pause either before he turned on the nearest person, starting a fight with them. “Bloody hell.” He muttered to himself before finishing his whiskey. He shot over to the commotion, yanking the rowdy vampire by the collar of his top. His eyes were wild, filled with anger as he turned on Hector, but the fight didn’t last long before Hector tore the other vampire’s heart out.
He retreated to the bar, ready to crack open his third bottle of whiskey. He grabbed a cloth from behind the bar, using it to wipe the blood from his hands. The cleaners could deal with the two dead vampires later. He reached for the top shelf whiskey and picked his glass up off the bar, ready to retreat into his office.
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