Night 56: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]As Castiel exited the room block he'd been assigned to, it occurred to him that Gabriel had not caught up with him this time around. That was for the best. He had a difficult time shaking his brother off in this place, seeing how he couldn't disappear at the snap of a finger. If he'd had to bring his brother along on his lesson with
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There was probably something ironic about a lone human walking around, holding only a pillow case and a flashlight, worrying about other people, some of them being vampires. But, hell, he couldn't stop himself. He'd worried a lot about every human in Mystic Falls with the influxes of vampires, dicks like the Mayor included. He'd worried about kids like Elena and Jeremy who had no right to be involved in this kind of supernatural crap. At least some of Alaric's fears about them were quelled at home - at home, Elena had a super-powered boyfriend that could be trusted to keep her and her brother safe. Two vampires, really, if he was alone. Alaric tried to never mention Damon's obvious infatuation with Elena to... anyone.
Just a lot, lot better that way.
And kids like Anise, who shouldn't have a damn care in the world. This place sucked. Hugely. And there wasn't anything he could do about it. Home? Sure, he had something. He had a drawer full to the gills of crossbows and packed explosives and wooden knuckles. It wasn't much, but it made a hell of a difference sometimes.
Now? Flashlight. Pillow case. He'd be counting his lucky stars if he didn't die tonight. Again.
Alaric sighed heavily, rubbing his stubble on a shoulder. Yeah, this sucked. Sucked, sucked, sucked.
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