“Wait, stop!” Rob cried, obviously realizing what was coming next.
Harlow licked his lips. His cock hardening in an instant as he met Foxx's heated gaze. Without acknowledging Rob’s words, he cut off the toe that Foxx had selected without hesitation.
Gaze flicking to Rob's pain-filled, screaming face, he slowly smiled. “Oh, sorry, were you about to say something? Ready to talk?” The man was already sweating up a storm, his face pale, with a fine tremble running through him, but Harlow had a feeling that he wasn’t going to crack right now. Which usually would irritate him. As fun as torture was, Harlow preferred hurting someone who could fight back.
Yet…there was something so satisfying about having an audience. Or rather, having Foxx as an audience. The little vampire encouraged his actions with every laugh, every murmur or sigh of delight. God, he wanted to fuck him.
“Do your worst! The higher powers that be will protect me!” Rob screamed, as defiance twisted his face.
“Ohh, let’s play!” Foxx said, voice thick with arousal.
And play they did. Many questionable fun games. By the time Rob screamed, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk,” Harlow had been all set to remove a ball or two.
As it was, the man was now missing an ear, a few fingers and toes, and would have some very interesting scars all over his body after this. If he didn’t get the death penalty at the end of his trial, that was. Which, if the body count was really in the triple digits…was very unlikely.
“I’ll talk,” Rob rasped, his voice hoarse from all the screaming. “We…follow the laws and rules of the true First Blood. They are the first vampires. The true rulers of this world. We are helping them cleanse the world of the poison that is humanity, and the rest of the paranormal world.”
“What bullshit,” Foxx cursed. “None of the first bloodline vampires are in this area.”
Rob's eyes widened, face full of conviction. “But they are!”
Harlow snorted. “They lied to you, dumbass.”
“No, you are wrong. It’s the truth!WEare, they are all-powerful. The other humans and I were chosen to help cleanse, and when our tasks have been completed, we will join them, as our true selves, becoming one of their lines. We—”
Foxx backhanded him, cutting off his insane rant. “How braindead are you morons?!” the vampire snapped. “You joined a cult. Literally, a cult of vampires who found people that were stupid enough to believe all the garbage they spewed. Throwing away your life for such rubbish…”
Foxx seemed highly offended by all they were learning. Then again, he had referred to one of the first bloodlines as a father figure, so he supposed these vampires tarnishing their names in such a way would enrage Foxx.
“N-no! You are wrong! You just don’t see the truth of life!” Rob fervently defended.
Foxx hissed, flashing both his fangs. “I have seen more truth than you ever have or will see, child. I no doubt have lived longer than any of the bobble-headed fools you are following as Gods. I have seen the remaining firsts of my species, and they have no interest in the pathetic services of mere humans. Andifthey ever wanted to cleanse the earth, they are perfectly capable of doing it themselves.”
“You will know the truth soon. There is a meeting tomorrow night. The whole congregation of the First Bloods Order will gather together as one to pray, worship, and celebrate our ongoing achievements. Go to the old abandoned Moresy Hotel on 5th avenue at 3:00am. The meeting is ten minutes before that. But all will be there by then. As you face them, you will see their power. I only hope I am there to see your realization and downfall.”
Harlow smacked him upside the head. Rob cried out and started to complain, but he ignored him.
“What utter hogwash.” Foxx shook his head. “So, what do we do?”
Harlow smirked at him and stalked him down, forcing Foxx to back up until he was pinned against the wall.
“H-Harlow,” Foxx sputtered, looking flustered as he stared up at him, eyes wide.
“We shove a rag in his mouth, bandage him up enough so he doesn’t die, and then get another room along with a do not disturb sign.” He roughly groped the thick bulge in Foxx’s overalls. “So, I can take real good care of this.”
The vampire shuddered, face flushing. “And the cult?” Foxx gasped.
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” Foxx moaned, nodding in agreement as Harlow began to massage his covered cock.
* * *
Foxx letHarlow drag him to the front desk. They were both indecently hard, noticeably so. But it apparently did not phase Harlow.
The man at the front desk stared at them, clearly enraged. “Sirs, while I understand your job is peculiar and requires certain actions, I must ask that whatever you are doing stops. We have had multiple calls and people leaving due to the noises coming from your room, even after we assured them no one was being murdered.”
“We are done now. So, no problem there,” Harlow drawled, sounding completely unbothered as he slapped his ID and a credit card on the counter. We need another room and a few packets of lube. And it sounds like you have some available, so? Well, at least the room, that is.”
