Briar was making his way up the steps towards Victor's loft hours after having read the note Alaric left him on his nightstand. One little break from his trusty protector, one fucking slip up was all it took for Seth to come out and fuck shit up. He should've seen this coming. The years that Briar had been spending struggling with Alaric and most importantly, Seth, should've prepared him for this. Just because that destructive piece of shit hadn't reared his psychotic head in the past three weeks didn't mean that he was gone. It was too late to be pissed about anything anyway.
He didn't even bother to knock, knowing that Victor wouldn't mind if he just barged and he felt his stomach drop the moment his eyes adjusted to his surroundings. He could hear the breathy pants and groaning from here, and there he was, pinning some onto the couch and rutting into them like his life depended on it. Maybe it was his sudden hesitation or the sound of his steps as he retreated back to the door, but he had caught both of their attention and it wasn't long until Briar had thrown the note to the ground and ran out of there in a dead sprint. He took the steps two or three at the time, boots sliding against rough asphalt as he turned down the street and into one of the many dark alleys he'd become familiar with. Briar didn't stop until he felt his lungs burn for oxygen and his phone vibrate in his pocket.
