Never Ending Nights [Mildred]

Varnock cursed as stumbled back into his shop and fumbled his way towards the stairs up to his home. He hadn't expected the job to go so badly. The details had said one demon. The details had said he wouldn't have to fight this time. The damned details had said it would just be a warning. He was going to have a bone to pick with the agency once he was all healed up. Even Ellen was ticked off and she wasn't even hurt. Of course she might be mad since her master had almost gotten himself liberated of a few limbs.

He collapsed into a chair at the table in his home as his mind swept books into itself to make room. There had been three of the damn things waiting for him when he went to confront the one that he was after. Even with that troubling outcome he had still given the warning as ordered, but of course the demons didn't take that well. They attacked with faces full of glee for more slaughter. He shook his mind off that tangent. He didn't want to think about anything other than making sure his wounds were bound or the pride he felt in his skills for coming out alive. Those demons wouldn't be troubling anyone anymore either.

Ellen watched Varnock carefully from across the table as he began to bandage his wounds with a sullen look in his eyes. She knew he had been hoping for an easier night this time around since Mildred was going to come by tonight. Wait... Oh dear she hoped he hadn't forgotten about that in the heat of the moment. Judging by the way he was cursing at his inability to wrap bandages about himself, he probably had. Well at least she could probably help tend to his wounds. Ellen just hoped the blood wouldn't get to her. She wasn't quite sure how Vampires worked in that sense, but Varnock was bleeding more than a little, and covered in the odd smelling blood of the demons as well. Time would tell she supposed.