cracking and giving way beneath his weight. Terrell lunged for him, but screamed out in rage when
Lorenzo fired at his exposed back.
“Ha! Suck on that, you undead freak!” Lorenzo cheered triumphantly, pumping his fist into the air.
Terrell snorted, an eerily calm smile playing over his lips as he sized up Lorenzo.
Climbing up to his knees, Snod panted, “Lorenzo... time for you to run away now...”
Terrell wasn’t using his unnatural speed, stalking toward Lorenzo at a mortal pace. He was enjoying
this, watching the boy tremble before him. He had managed to pull out the darts, dropping them on the
floor one by one as he strolled along.
“It’s not working,” Lorenzo gasped stupidly, trying to back away. “Why isn’t it... the concentration of
V in his blood must be greater than Frankie’s, the dose... he needs a bigger dose! I must have fucked
up the calculation somehow!”
Terrell snatched Lorenzo by his hair, running his tongue over his throat, drawling, “Ah, are you the
clever little one that created this poison? My gratitude... I haven’t felt this alive in centuries.”
Snod finally managed to grab his gun, shooting everything he had at Terrell’s back and reloading.
Terrell growled, Lorenzo reaching up and bravely socking him right in the mouth. Terrell didn’t even
flinch, grabbing Lorenzo’s arm and snapping it back with a horrible crunch.
Lorenzo screamed, collapsing to his knees and cradling his broken arm.
Ephraim was back up on his feet, firing at Terrell while Snod finished reloading. Terrell moved like
lightning, cackling as he sent Ephraim crashing into Lorenzo. The two of them tumbled against the far
wall, Lorenzo howling when Ephraim landed on his injured arm.
Terrell came for Snod next, holding him by his head and squeezing down hard.
Snod roared in protest, firing the last of his ammo directly into Terrell’s stomach. It didn’t seem to
faze him in the slightest, his grip only tightening even more. Snod dropped the gun, punching
desperately at Terrell’s arms and chest.
The pressure in his head was becoming unbearable, and Snod stupidly realized that Terrell was
slowly crushing his skull. He closed his eyes, his ears ringing frantically. He was getting dizzy,
clenching his teeth as he continued to fight.
“Say night-night now, little blood bag,” Terrell chuckled. “I’m starting to get a bit bored...”
Snod realized in a terrible panic that Terrell was only toying with them.
Neither he nor Ephraim had ever faced a vampire like this, not one that could have easily killed them
