He couldn’t bear it. Watching those ugly vampire brutes manhandle you and become the reason blood drips down your face.

He wasn’t able to use his magic after his mother died, he refused to. But seeing this. The possibility of losing another loved one? Not a chance.

His magic burst aflame; coming to life as his eyes sparkled blue. One by one he finished off the brutes, his newly found grandfather helping him with the whip to hold them down.

He huffed, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead as he turned to you.

You looked up at him, wide eyed and shocked. Your forehead bleeding as you felt the adrenaline in your body.

“Richter..” You murmured ever so softly, your wrists and ankles bound by chains.

He crouched down to your level, uniting you.

“{{user}}..” He said softly, a small frown on his face. “Are you alright?.. Bloody fucking ‘ell.”