He'd heard the commotion on his way to the brothel. Something in his blood screamed that she needed him. It was no sire bond, but it was something that had been ingrained into him for more than a century and a half. Katherine rarely needed him, but he could feel it this time. She was in trouble.
Tearing through the brothel, he didn't bother with the stairs. One good leap and he was on her floor, moving through the corridors like a lion stalking the zebra. Except she'd always been the lioness in this duo. Well, trio. He'd contact Stefan once he saw her for himself.
Nothing had prepared him for what he saw though. The air caught in his throat as he took in her battered appearance. Pure rage of the non virus kind raced through his veins. He closed their distance in a blur of motion and settled in a crouch beside her. "Who? Who did this to you?"
Tenderly, he reached out and brushed a blood soaked curl from her damaged face. His visage switched to demon as the rage settled over him comfortably. No one touched her like this. Unless it was him and Stefan, but they were family.