“Yep, all in their twenties too. So, I figure we can get in and out quickly.”
“You switched your bullets out for silver ones before we left, right?”
“Yep!”
He eyed the vampire in disgust. His sunsuit, of course, had bear ears and was baby pink. The only thing different from normal was that it was snow suit material. “I suppose you are intending to fight in that thing.”
Foxx slowly blinked. “The sun’s out. Surely you aren’t expecting my poor skin to suffer due to your own embarrassment?”
“You are literally wearing so many layers underneath. What skin would even show? Just add a scarf and giant sunglasses, and what do you know…no burning. Not to mention, it’s not like you’ll instantly burst into flames if the sun touches your skin. Ohh, sunburn…so scary.”
The vampire smirked. “You can’t force me to take it off and you know it.”
Harlow growled. “I could.”
“You can’t. The sun’s out! No huffing and puffing will get me out of this suit!” Foxx stuck his tongue out at him.
This…this is who he was fine with walking into his cabin? Into his private space… What the fuck was wrong with him? “Fine,” he ground out. “Wear the damn bear suit. Don’t blame me if the werewolves make fun of you.”
“They will be dead soon. What do I care?”
“Moving on. Do I need to explain anything about werewolves? I’m sure you’ve come across them before in your…” He squinted at him. “Four hundred years?”
“I’m one hundred and twenty-five,” Foxx said with a fake ass innocent smile.
He frowned. One hundred and twenty-five? “Look at you, you’ve gained a year. Happy birthday, I guess.” If he wasn’t remembering wrong, the vampire’s P.E.A.R. ID marked October 31st as his birthday. Thinking on it, Harlow was surprised the vampire hadn’t announced it, making sure he got a gift or something. Then again, Harlow had still been recovering from his injuries from the last case at that time, so…maybe the vampire took pity and decided to not annoy him about it.
“You are late.”
He shrugged. “I’ll try to remember next year.”
“You do that.” Foxx rolled his eyes. “Anyway, yes, I’ve come across werewolves a time or two. Fast and strong, with claws that can shred metal. They bite a lot… And have a massive weakness to silver.”
Yeah, werewolves liked using their victims as chew toys. They were also pack creatures. It was rare to run into individuals on the job. Usually, if there was a problem, it was a group causing it. Werewolves believed that being alone meant death, while sticking together was strength or some shit like that.
“Essentially. On top of burning the place down, we will have to sprinkle silver dust around.”
Foxx frowned. “Why? It mentioned that in the hunter’s guide I was given, but didn’t explain the reasoning.”
“Same reason we burn down houses and all paranormal bodies. To prevent some dumbfuck human from sneaking into the aftermath of a known hunt and trying to infect themselves.”
“That’s why we do that?” Foxx burst into laughter. “You know dead blood won’t do anything, right? Well, it may give them a hell of an infection, just not the kind they would want.”
“I know, the Guild knows, and even the morons in Washington know. But the motherfuckers that make up the general human population are willfully unaware. And after a few deaths from infections, the protocol was put into place to prevent idiots from offing themselves by accident. If you ask me, they should have left it alone and let natural selection continue to run its course.”
There were enough idiots in the world as it was…surely a few less wouldn’t be a bad thing? Or maybe that was just his psychopathic tendencies speaking. No…wishing other people dead was normal, wasn’t it? Tony was normal, and he wished him dead all the time. Or was Tony a bad example?
“Oh! There’s a winter craft fair taking place tomorrow afternoon, near where we are staying! We should go!” Foxx said with way too much excitement, his British accent thickening a bit. Even his voice came out less cranky than it had since he’d been woken up.
“Mmm, let me think about it.” He paused for a brief second, expression blank, before saying, “No,” with a smile on his face.
“You didn’t even think about it at all, did you?!”
“Gee, what makes you think that?” he deadpanned.
“We are going to the craft fair.”
“I’m not going to a craft fair,” Harlow said firmly.
