Foxx tsked. “Did you really think you could continue as you have?”
The vampire gurgled. Foxx tore his head off and tossed it away as more blood sprayed him while the body fell in an almost dramatic fashion.
Foxx sighed. That was fun-ish, but could have been more entertaining. Maybe he’d let the next one fight back. Well, he’d have to at some point. One can’t cause a commotion by doing things quietly.
Foxx skipped off into the hallway, excited that he got to cause chaos. Not hiding, he came across the next vampire quickly.
“Why the fuck are you making so much noise so early?” The man came out growling, stopping in his tracks as he spotted Foxx.
“Hello, there!” Foxx smiled sweetly. “You are…Jordy Spat. Yes, that’s it. Want to play?”
“Who the fuck are you?”
Foxx’s grin turned evil. “Your executioner.” He surged forward without giving the man time to respond, slamming him against the wall. He pinned him there by his neck. Foxx had to levitate a bit, as the other had some inches on him.
The vampire kicked his feet, clawing at the hand around his throat, his nails digging into the flesh of Foxx’s wrist and hand, but he barely felt it.
“Struggle harder,” Foxx purred.
The vampire did, but got nowhere.
He sighed. “Boring.” Foxx released him, but before he had time to recover, he grew one of his nails and slashed it through Jordy’s neck, severing his head. Warm blood splashed over his face and down his jumper, as the head thudded to the ground with a sickening squish, and rolled across the floor to rest against the wall.
“Two down, eight to go.” He hummed as he watched the body fall. He crouched down and used a bit of the man’s T-shirt to wipe off his face.
* * *
Harlow stoodwhen screams broke through the air. “I guess that’s my cue,” he said aloud.
Striding quickly towards the house, his eyes widened as begging and shouting joined the screams of terror. What the fuck was Foxx doing?
Walking swiftly, Harlow reached the front door in minutes. And with a practiced move, he kicked it down. As it boomed open, the inside residents barely acknowledged Harlow. His eyes widened at the sight that greeted him.
There was one vampire screaming his head off, clutching a disembodied head. A few headless, bleeding bodies were on the ground. Two vampires were standing there beside the one screaming, looking shocked. But the real circus was…Foxx running around chasing eight people with his water guns. The bright sunshine clothing the man had worn was now covered in blood, with spots of yellow peeking through. It was like a full-on horror movie vision going on. Foxx was smiling brightly with his one fang, dimples, and freckles completely unbothered, as if he wasn’t coated in blood, with his face and hand smudged and speckled with arterial spray. It was definitely a good thing that he had put the seat covers on…
“It doesn’t hurt that badly, you big babies!” Foxx yelled as he followed behind them, every so often squirting holy water at them.
“Stay back, you demon!” one of the vampires cried.
One of the men that had been standing there in shock looked at Harlow, glanced quickly at Foxx, and then back at Harlow, with so many questions in his eyes. Harlow shrugged. Nope, he didn’t have any answers on Foxx’s crazy ass.
Pulling out his gun, Harlow shot one round into the ceiling.
The noise had everyone freezing. Well, the group of eight froze, before backing up and getting some distance away from Foxx.
Foxx turned to him, smile still in place. “Oh, Harlow! You are here.”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You told me to make a commotion,” Foxx pointed out.
Harlow nodded. “Right, I did say that…” He probably should have just started shooting them, but had been so taken aback by what he’d seen…he had needed an explanation.
Harlow didn’t get time to say much more, as apparently the brief moment of calm was enough to give these idiots their courage back, for they attacked en masse.
“Killed my ten!” he heard Foxx yell out as he fell under three vampires.
Two chomped down on his arms, while the one in front clawed at him. Shoving his gun into the chest of the one in front, he fired off a quick shot before slipping a knife from the sheath on his right arm and slamming it into the skull of the man attached to his left forearm. He smirked smugly as the vampire he shot reeled back on a high-pitched screech, while the one he knifed fell away. The bullets currently loaded in his gun were full of holy water. On impact, the shells burst, dispersing the liquid.
