Who: Darla and (future) Peter What: Lovely Night for Patrolling Where: City streets When: after sundown, before the Witching Hour Rating: Likely R for violence Status:COMPLETE
So there was this thing they called 'patrolling'. Going out regularly at night, searching for vampires and demons, and taking them out. Peter hadn't expected to find so many. LA was like an open banquet for them. In his first hour, he'd dusted off three vampires, two demons, and some tiny creature calling itself the God of Fear. Peter squished it under his heel and kept going.
Might as well be a good thing to learn, right? Fighting demons and devils and vampires? But Peter had fought real monsters. He'd fought humans. These ones were child's play in comparison. A telekinetic thrust, a fire in the palm of his hand. Even the katana Hiro had gifted him with, which was faithfully kept hidden under his coat.
At least it was more eventful than pretending to sleep. He picked up another vampire, spinning to use it's own momentum, and flung it against the wall. A blast of fire, and it was over.