Leading him to the bar where Johnny hung out had been the easy part. Though the entire way over she was a bit of a nervous wreck. What if this demon couldn't get the job done? Then Johnny would be even more angry. He would bring new light to the word pain and Sarah nearly felt sick at the thought of that. When they arrived she opted to stay outside. She had never been allowed to enter the bar and she didn't think this was a good time to defy that rule.<br/><br/>While she waited while her demon walked inside she leaned against the brick of the building. She had pulled on a sweater to hide her bruises and wore leggings to keep her warm against the chill of the evening. At first there wasn't any sound coming from inside. Then gunfire, several rounds, and it made her jump enough that she covered her ears to try and block the sound out.<br/><br/>A moment later the window to her side shattered and Johnny landed hard on the concrete. She looked down at him for a moment and felt a twinge of pity and guilt for him, she had loved the man at one time, but now he was just another mobster now. The brutal narture of how Johnny was brought to his end made Sarah cringe as she watched with a horrified expression. Also the way the demon talked as if he knew Johnny was extremely unsettling. She hasn't said anything about Johnny's father. How did he know him?<br/><br/>When it was finally over and he turned to ask if she was satisfied she glanced down to Johnny's broken body and though she should have felt disgust or guilt she only felt one thing.. free. Free from the beatings and fear. Free from having to feel the sting of his hand across her face and the throbbing of large bruises and scrapes. Suddenly she moved tpbclose the distance between her and the demon and wrapped her arms around his torso burying her face in his chest as she hugged him tightly. "Thank you.." She whispered to him.