Nov 7, 2017
@genevievescarletterivers
“I hate humanity,” Ric drawled to himself as he watched the crowds of people in the club bumping into each other or grinding on each other, or basically having sex in the corner. “What is the point of them?” He saw a couple going at it a few feet away and sneered, edging around them as if he thought they could contaminate him.
As he glanced through the crowds, he shook his head, moving to the bar. Before he could order a drink (sure, demons couldn’t get drunk but that didn’t stop him from trying) he saw someone beside him that made his heart stop (figuratively). “Genevieve?” He felt the breath rattle in his chest. No. She was dead by now. she had to be.