Tyler had been glad to spend Halloween night in with Blossom. After the experience with the armoured goons with laser guns, he was in no mood to go out with her again to fight more monsters. He was invulnerable. But he’d learned very quickly that just because he was, it didn’t mean that Blossom was. He’d given her his blood that night, and he hoped never would again. Not only because doing so would mean that she was hurt, but also because he’d spent the next twenty-four hours hoping nothing happened that got Blossom killed.
He didn’t know what possessed him to go to Damon’s bar. Possibly because he knew it would be open, and if he was going to be fighting strange monsters all day, he was going to need a drink. Maybe, maybe it was because he’d seen Damon’s post on the Network the night before and he had to admit that he was a little worried. He didn’t owe Damon anything, but he still dreamed of Mystic Falls,and in some way, that made him part of Tyler’s pack. The part of the pack Tyler didn’t want much to do with, but still, he wasn’t going to just ditch him to deal with this on his own.
“Hey,” he said, seeing Damon behind the bar. “Hear you were having trouble with these… Grimms?”