Matt stopped his hand gripping the edge of the sink when he heard Klarity’s voice, relaxing when she took his hands. Rubbing his now dry hands together, he bit his lip for a moment staring down at them before looking back up at Klaire. “Thank you,” he said quietly, taking in a shaky breath.
Klaire stared at the vampire reassuringly “Any time. You need me to do anything else?”
Matt couldn’t remember anything that had happened while he’d been possessed by the demon except that now he felt sick and his hands were covered in blood. It hadn’t been too difficult to imagine what had happened, rushing to the nearest bathroom to wash his hands. “ I need to get this off my hands,” he muttered to himself as he scrubbed at his skin.
“Matt? Hey, it’s okay.” Klaire approached the vampire slowly so he could back away at any time if he needed to. She took his hands in her and gently washed away the blood, washing one hand at a time. Once they were both clean Klaire dried them before letting go. “There, all gone now”
“A party with a surprise demon attack? I really don’t know why I’m surprised anymore,” Dani scoffed as she searched for more supplies for the wounded. “This is an absolute mess.”
“Yeah, we really shouldn’t be surprised anymore. It seems like nothing goes right in this place.”
“Not anymore, athough he’s still knocking about in here. Completely mortified but he’s still there,” he grinned, before narrowing his eyes on the warlock before laughing to himself. “Who’s progeny are you?”
Klaire felt herself grow cold as the demon revealed himself, she started to panic, breath quickening as she faced a demon of the same status as her father. In her panicked state one of the dead bodies near her froze, her grip on magic beginning to slip, but she swallowed before answering. “I don’t know my father. Matt is my friend, so if you could let him go. He doesn’t need your actions on his shoulders.”
“High school dance we always awkward,” Matt recalled with a horrified shake of his head, “This is hundred times better than a high school dance, bonus with the mask no one can tell who is the person dancing horribly.”
“Some of there were fun. They were nothing like this though. No one is too bad at dancing, but you definitely have a point.”
Licking the blood from his fingers, Asmodeus stood up and stepped over the body he had just been feeding from. “I needed that,” he muttered with an almost satisfying but he wasn’t done quite yet.
Klaire stared at the vampire in confusion, it looked and sounded like Matt but his behaviour was completely different. “Matt?”
“Good,
interesting it’s my first masquerade and the first time in what feels like
forever that I have actually worn a
suit,” Matt laughed with a small shrug. “What about you?”
“It’s the first I’ve attended as well. It’s quite fun, and much less awkward than some of my high school dances.” Klaire grinned before finishing the champagne in her glass.
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