“You would be correct. We have an elimination call. Which is also the reason I put disposable seat covers on the front seats.”
“Disposable seat covers?” Foxx asked with a raised brow.
“For the blood.”
“Oh, good idea. Then we can be as messy as we want.”
“Yeah, anyway, there’s a nest of vampires we need to take down. They’ve racked up a high body count.”
Foxx checked his watch. “The sun will be setting soon. Wouldn’t it have been better to head out earlier?”
Harlow shrugged. “Bureaucracy works on its own time frame, so we head in at dark.” The human sat down on his bed and pulled his open laptop towards Foxx, turning it around to show him an email.
Ignoring the laptop, he tossed his water guns aside and bent down to open his cooler. If he had any plans on functioning during the fight, he had to feed first. His thirst for blood was like an annoying itch at the back of his throat.
Foxx pulled out a straw and a bag of blood. Stabbing the metal straw into the bag, there was a solid popping sound as it punctured the plastic. He straightened up and began to drink as he read through what was on the screen. There wasn’t much. Just a list of names and pictures. It talked a little bit about their crimes, and showed their victims, but that was it. He paused from drinking his blood to ask, “This is all they gave us?”
“Yep. Well, we also have a location. And while we have a list of names, the order is to pretty much kill whoever attacks. As far as we know, there are no unwilling vampires in this.”
“What if someone doesn’t attack?” he asked before finishing off the bag. He pulled his straw free and tossed the empty bag in a rubbish bin near the bed marked for hazardous waste, before quickly reaching down and grabbing another, using the same straw as before.
Harlow shrugged. “If they aren’t on the list, and they don’t fight you off… You can either kill them, or tie them up to deal with later.”
“Harlow, there are twenty names here. And while it appears these are all young vampires… Would they have sent you in to do this alone?”
The human shrugged.
No wonder so many fear hunters. They were stupidly fearless…and kind of badass, if this was normal for their job. Especially if they survived it. Then again, the stupid part came back into play, as a lot hadn’t survived.
Foxx eyed the list again as he drank down his second bag of blood. If the ages listed were true, Foxx could honestly take them all out on his own. They would be child’s play to him. And he was too old for them to cause him any damage. Not that Harlow knew that. Well, the human had suspicions that Foxx was older than his ID stated, but he didn’t know for sure.
Sadly, as an older paranormal, it was always better to lie to the government about your age. They tended to like putting the elders of their kind on watch lists. Which often prevented one from freely going to and between various countries. Which was a big fucking no in Foxx’s book, and even more of a reason to lie. Hell, even Daydric had lied on his application. It wasn’t like they could prove how old everyone was. At least, not for vampires, since they didn’t age. Sucked for the long-living species that did. Hard to hide your age when it showed.
Foxx eyed the list again. Hmm…maybe they’d at least give him a nice fight. Unlike those dumb humans from the first case. “So, where is this place?” Foxx mused.
Harlow had obviously gotten up before him, so he was sure that the man had looked it up already.
“It’s just an old abandoned house in the middle of nowhere.”
Foxx sighed. “Such a major cliché. Like, how 17thcentury.”
Harlow snorted. “Which you wouldn’t know anything about, if we go by the birthdate on your ID.”
Foxx blinked. “It’s just a saying.”
“Right,” the human deadpanned.
“So, oh senior, old man hunter, what’s the plan?”
Harlow smiled like a kid in a candy store. “As you noted earlier, they will sense me. So, I figured you can sneak in and start taking them out. And then I can blow in and help with—” He drew his words out as he reached into the large black duffle bag on his bed, and pulled out a grenade launcher, “—this!”
Foxx eyed the thing as he finished his second blood bag. Tossing it into the rubbish bin with the first bag, he met Harlow’s eyes. “Haven’t you had enough explosions lately?”
Bending down, he snagged a Ziplock baggie from his cooler. He sealed his dirty straw inside and tossed it in the cooler with the rest of his blood supply before straightening up.
“There is a difference between my house exploding and me blowing something up. One fucking sucks, and the other is fun as hell.”
“What if it hits me?”
