J-S hadn't expected the text that brought him out that night, but he wasn't going to argue with another chance to see Chad. He'd only been sitting in the apartment with his bird, reading through some paperwork, nothing he missed terribly as he now stood in front of the Great American Music Hall, his eyes peeled for Chad. He had missed him, even if only a day had passed since they'd seen each other last, he was falling hard for the other man.
So when his sharp ears heard the call for help, in a voice he knew could only be Chad's, J-S sprung right into action. Blood boiling, his heart pounding in his ears, the vampire was off with a flash, teeth bared as he readied himself to tear apart anyone who would dare to lay a hand on Chad. Rounding the corner into the alley, he could already smell blood and he hoped for these men that it wasn't Chad's. Though the moment he could see what was going on, he knew it was.
Lunging in, J-S practically flew down the length of the alley, grabbing one man and throwing him over his should backwards into the side of a dumpster with a loud crack. Before the other thugs could react, J-S's fists were flying at an impossible speed, knocking men aside as if they weighed nothing, blood streaming from broken noses and smashed teeth. He could feel bones snapping with each swing, and his anger only drove his strength further. Of course these cowards wouldn't try to fight him, he was a challenge, he wasn't curled up on the ground.
"You want to fight someone? You fight me!" J-S roared furiously, sending a kick into a fallen man's back as he turned to run away, sending him staggering forward with a yelp of pain. There was only the one left, the biggest of the group, and the one J-S was going to blame for everything that had happened. He could smell the most of Chad's blood on him, and that alone was enough to make him the biggest target.
"You..." he growled as the man turned to run away. "You're not fucking going anywhere."
Though he was a good foot shorter than the bigger man, it didn't make much of a difference once J-S kicked his legs out from under him, bringing him down to the ground hard. Seizing a hold of the man's collar, J-S surrendered to his instincts as well as his fury as he buried his teeth deep into his throat. His mind was no longer on keeping this from Chad, protecting his boyfriend from the secret he feared would tear them apart, it was only on giving this fucker exactly what he deserved. Death by his hand, vengeance, a message that no one could hurt Chad Moyen and get away with it.
And after beating the fuck out of four men, the meal didn't hurt either.