“They are pretty grim,” came Damon’s glib reply. He wiped the blood from his face with a wet rag, taking another drink of whiskey. He could still take that blood. It wouldn’t stop him the next time though.
“We had some last night and more today. The little fuckers need to get back to hell.” He studied Tyler, who he’d assume wasn’t completely human. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to be here, but Damon wasn’t turning him back out the door. “If you haven’t torn into one yet, they’ve got something for you. I nearly broke my back against a rock. I’d get a drink now before the next round.”
While there were several ways to kill a vampire, there were also ways to stun them, and breaking a back could do that, leaving him vulnerable. Nothing was going to ravage it’s way through Purgatory.