“It’s illegal to bite someone under eighteen, unless you yourself are under eighteen, on top of it being illegal to change someone under eighteen unless they were dying. And virgin blood does not taste any different than non-virgin. It's a fucking myth. Probably just a bunch of fucking perverts after teens.” Foxx made a gagging noise. “Give me a list of business doing this shit. I’m reporting their asses to the council.”
“Foxx…if they are eighteen, it’s legal.”
“Bullshit.” Foxx crossed his arms and glared out the window.
Harlow sighed and put the car back into drive.
More than forty wild goose chases later, Harlow was about to strangle Foxx. The vampire was by far the worst navigator he had ever come across. Foxx refused to look up while he directed. It was driving him up the ever-loving wall.
“I swear, Foxx, I’m going to shoot you!”
“DO IT! I DARE YOU, OLD MAN!” Foxx bellowed at him.
“JUST FUCKING LOOK WHEN YOU ARE GIVING DIRECTIONS!?! IS IT THAT HARD?!”
“At this point, I’m doing it on purpose!”
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, WHY?!?”
“Because you are an asshole!” Foxx hissed.
“You are such a petty fuck!”
Foxx grinned evilly. “Oh, I haven’t even begun to be petty.”
“FUCK!”
* * *
“Just parkand I’ll jump out and get the pictures printed,” Foxx snapped. He had started the day irritated, and the sun had just set, and he was somehow in an even worse mood.
“Foxx…” Harlow hesitantly said, as he slowly pulled them into a free spot outside the local Fortwest police station. “You haven’t interacted with local law enforcement as a hunter yet. Honestly, I’m sure dealing with the police as a vampire is already a pain in the ass. However, dealing with them as a hunter is…well, it may be worse. They hate us.”
Foxx blinked. He looked over, meeting Harlow’s gaze, not knowing if he should believe him or not. “Why would they hate us?”
“It’s a mixture of them being mad that we are legally allowed to do things they are not, and the fact that we can come in and crack down on criminals in their territories.”
He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes at the station. “So, we are in a pissing contest.”
“Pretty much. Sometimes it’s fine, and the locals don’t care. Other times, they are a bitch to deal with. And if this station is a pain, you being the size that you are, and… Now, I’m not trying to offend you at this moment, but dressed as you are, they are probably going to try to fuck with you. If I were to guess what type of station this will be…well, we are in Florida. I feel I don’t need to say more. But, we already know they took longer than they should have to reach out to us.”
“Fine, let’s go!” he snapped. Shoving off his seat belt, he went to get out.
“Wait, Foxx.”
Foxx paused, hand on the door. “What?”
“Change…out of your sunsuit. The sun has set, so…”
He let out a calming breath. He would not lose it on his partner. He wouldn’t. Foxx would be good. He would be good.
Flipping his hood off, Foxx pulled the Velcro front flap open and tugged the zipper down. Slipping his gloves off, he let them hang from their button as he pulled his arms free. Foxx shimmied out of the suit. It took some awkward maneuvering, and he had to slip his shoes off and back on, but soon enough, he was free of his bear sunsuit. But as he slipped free, he had thoughts of revenge. Plans of buying the brightest, most gaudy sunsuit of all time set firmly in his mind. Foxx would find this suit, whatever it was, and he would wear it all around Harlow in public.
“Let’s go,” he repeated, with a bright, fake smile.
Harlow narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but they both got out and headed inside.
Foxx walked up to the front desk with a smile on his face, hoping it would help. “Hello,” he greeted the police officer sitting behind it.
