She smiled, teeth bright and white. “No need to fear me, vampire.”
“Believe it or not, I’ve heard that before. Usually it doesn’t work out that way.”
The woman chuckled. “Well, I can assure you, I mean no harm to cute vampires dressed up adorably like a panda bear.”
A smile slipped onto his face. “I am pretty adorable.”
The witch let out a delighted giggle. “Oh, you have dimples. And just look at that cute little fang.”
Foxx’s smile widened. It was about time someone acknowledged how cute he was!
* * *
Where the helldid Foxx go? Harlow would have thought a blue fucking bear would be easy to spot, until he remembered how short the fucker was. He walked past some professionally made Christmas snow sculptures, pausing to stare at the one that was suspiciously half destroyed.
The vampire wouldn’t… It was Foxx, so he definitely did. The question was where the fuck was he now?
“I swear to all, Foxx, you get thirty more minutes before I leave your ass here,” he muttered to himself.
Harlow walked, sometimes pushing through the crowd when they refused to move, and found himself at the center of the fair, near the at least twenty-foot high Christmas tree.
He let out a sigh and then spun, taking off when he caught a flash of something light blue disappearing around the Christmas tree. He rounded the tree, eyes widening at the sight of Foxx standing there, leaning towards the tree with a long lit match in his hand.
“Foxx!” he snapped.
The vampire spun, eyes wide, mouth parting in shock.
“What the hell are you doing?” He snatched the lit match out of Foxx’s hand and dropped it to the ground, putting it out with his boot. “And where the fuck did you get matches?!”
Foxx looked up at him, looking completely unashamed, and slowly said, “It was just going to be a little fire.”
“Arson is more than a little arrested, Foxx.”
“Party pooper.” The vampire huffed, arms sagging. The bottom of the bag he was holding hit the snow as a pout formed on his face.
“No arson…” He rubbed his eyes. “I’ll let you set fire to a house later, will that make it better? We can even buy a Christmas tree and toss it inside before we do it.”
A beaming smile formed on Foxx’s face. “Oh, could we?!”
“Yes… Now, where the hell did you get matches?”
“A witch.”
“A witch? You don’t like witches.”
“That’s not true. I just had a few bad experiences with some. But this witch was nice. She gave me matches for free because I’m cute.”
He squinted at him. “Mhmm.”
“It’s true! I even got her number. We’re friends now.”
Why did he have the sudden urge to scream ‘stranger danger’ at Foxx? All those old public safety announcements about child abductions were coming to the full front of his brain at the moment. Thinking back, he’d first met Foxx because the dumbass had willingly walked into the house of a stranger to feed.
“You.” He pointed at him.
Foxx blinked. “Me?”
“Don’t wander off with strangers.”
