Babysitting

Alveric Valentine (P.O.V.)

We finally got to the morgue, and I immediately made my way inside with the witch in my arms. She was still asleep, and I think also too drunk to comprehend anything. I could only hope that when she wakes up she does not throw a fit and remembers the events that occurred at the underground black market club.  Walking into this building with unconscious bodies in my arms is becoming way too common for my liking.

I could have taken her to my house, but I did not want anyone to know me on that personal level. My home is my sanctuary. It is the place I turn to in order to forget the world and the chaos that I am trying to prevent. I would hate to go home one day, just to relax and release the tension the day had given me, only to have the stress from my usual day, follow me home as well.

I laid the witch onto one of the metal tables beside the other two bodies and I made my way into the kitchen to set up some food and