Villainy with Vincent

Reid

“Did you have a good night?” Vincent asked casually as they watched the werewolves at the door knock again. The men looked over their shoulders at Vincent who nodded. One stepped back and kicked the door, exploding it inwards in shards of wood and shrieking metal.

The few pedestrians on the street paused, looked, and then looked away as they hurried along, eager to get away from the potential danger. A child in a passing car stared open-mouthed and wide-eyed, but the driver didn’t pause.

“Yeah,” Reid didn’t want to talk about his night with Jasper. “Let’s go,” he said to avoid any more questions, starting up the stairs as the werewolves disappeared inside. There were screams and smashing. A young human woman in a filthy singlet top and panties tried to flee past them, but Vincent caught her, and threw her back inside, before closing the broken door behind them.

The woman fell over a bag of rubbish in the hallway and then scrambled backward on her elbows and heels, crablike, away