Raelle, Pietro, and Rory
Rory supported Raelle and her desire to participate in Fight Club. She didn’t always come to cheer on her girlfriend, especially because she wouldn’t book time off work. But she had the night off and could support her aunt too.
The night had gone pretty typical. Though she’d laughed watching suit wearing vampire hand some giant of a dude with wings his ass. When Raelle’s latest match occurred, the half-angel made her way closer to yell encouragement. She knew how tough the speedster could be.
And then he hit Raelke and nobody’s neck should be at that angle. Ever. Rory went tearing for where Raelle lay. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? GET AWAY FROM HER!” Her pink and black bladed wings spread out and she considered stabbing him. Rory didn’t know her girlfriend wouldn’t stay dead and she was panicking. Somewhere she thought she heard her aunt, but Rory didn’t care. Was that how it would go? Gain her father and lose her girlfriend?