The horn was going off, Snod groaning loudly as the deafening sound added to the awful throbbing in
his head. He reached up to touch his forehead, finding his fingers red.
Blood was beginning to run down into his eyes, and he couldn’t hear anything except the blaring of the
horn. He could see sparks from the damaged wires overhead and smell gasoline. There was also a
very large amount of explosives in his trunk.
Very illegal explosives.
He didn’t want to be blown up, and he couldn’t afford to be arrested when the police arrived.
He had to get out of the damn car.
Snod was able to unbuckle his seatbelt, grabbing his still dead phone and trying to pull himself free.
The center console had been crushed inward by the force of the crash and his hips were pinned in
between that and the driver’s side door. He tried to keep a cool head, but deep inside he was
beginning to panic.
He smelled smoke, and while he couldn’t see any flames yet, he knew it was only a matter of time.
Slamming his elbow in the console and punching at the shattered windshield did nothing. He couldn’t
get enough leverage, starting to pant heavily from the smoke invading the car. He had to focus, his
heart thudding with dread when he saw bright flames crawling up the hood of his car.
He might die here.
Snod’s mind flooded with concern for his beloved brother, Athaliah. Though they had different
mothers, blood was blood, and his younger sibling was the only family that he had left in the entire
world. He had always taken care of him; who would be left to do that if Snod was gone?
He didn’t know why, but he suddenly thought of Frankie the vampire.
Gorgeous and incredible Frankie who had shown him a taste of pleasure he couldn’t ever dare to
dream of having again. How could such a vile creature be so sweet and kind, invading his thoughts
even now in what might be his final moments?
Snod took a deep breath, closing his eyes, certain he could smell him even now. At least if he did die
here, he had finally found out what it was like sharing his most intimate parts with another person.
It was beautiful.
Suddenly, the windshield was ripped off like a Band-Aid, metal whining and crunching as it went
flying off into the street. Snod stared in shock at the awesome display of strength, gawking at his
rescuer.
