Because you didn’t even need the key to use it if you were on the other floors. You could go up and down wherever! All someone would need to do is climb to the second floor and then bam, they are free to use the fucking elevator. Not to mention, all the other people living there could invite whoever they wanted inside.
So, yeah, he added a few dozen cameras. So what?! It wasn’t like the vampire would find them. It’s not like he’d made them as obvious as he made that one cat camera.
And he wasn’t creepily watching them… Just having pictures of the doorway sent to him anytime someone entered or left… Which was totally acceptable. Though…with that whole poofing thing Alastair had done that one time…maybe he should start watching the cameras for any movement.
He frowned. Could others do that?
Harlow blinked on finding Foxx staring at him in disgust. “What?”
“You thought about doing it just now, didn’t you?!” Foxx accused.
He smiled. “Me? No, never.”
But now was as good a time as any to make plans. It would probably be easy. All he had to do was get a tracking chip, fuck Foxx until he passed out, and after that, insert the chip somewhere where Foxx couldn’t see the wound.
He really should have done it while Foxx was still healing. Hindsight was a bitch. Then again, he’d only come up with the idea last week. By that point, the vampire had been nearly good as new…mostly.
Well, it was too late to think about that now. It was the first week of February, and Foxx was completely good as new…physically, at least. The vampire was still a bit jumpy, and sometimes woke up scared…but he seemed better. Harlow…hoped he was feeling better.
He eyed the man in question, who while silent, was currently looking at Harlow like he wanted to stab him.
“Stop it,” Foxx snapped.
“Stop what?”
“Stop plotting.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“You are such a bad liar.”
“I’m actually a good one…when I want to be.”
And he was… He could hide his abnormalities perfectly…if he wanted to. Had done it plenty while growing up. Now, Harlow mostly just didn’t give a fuck enough to do it.
Foxx glared silently for a few moments more before angrily crying out, “FINE! I’ll wear a damn tracker! But know, I’m only doing it because you are a psycho, and I don’t want to fucking wake up to you trying to cut me open.” Foxx took a deep breath. “But if I’m wearing one, I have rules for it! First of all, I don’t want everyone and their mother to have access. I don’t want random twits at the Guild being able to track my location. I, frankly, would prefer that only you are able to see the tracking information.
“Secondly, I don’t want it turned on at all times. There should be options to turn them on by remote, or something along those lines, so that if you need to track me down you can. Lastly, you will be wearing one too, because I refuse to be the only one!”
Harlow smirked. He couldn’t help but feel pleased that Foxx had only wanted him to have access. But Foxx was his, so it was only right… Well, he wasn’t his…
No, Foxx was his, but his as in his partner. Okay, he may have collected him. But Foxx was just his in the same way that Tony was his.
He grimaced. No, not in the same way. He definitely wasn’t fucking Tony. Now that he was…thinking of Tony… “Fine, fine, all that works for me. Though Tony may want access, since the trackers would be coming from him. I’m pretty sure he would be the one turning them on and off.”
“Fine,” Foxx huffed, before saying, “Come on, let’s get this over with already so we can go eat.”
“Yes, yes,” he mused as he unbuckled his seat belt.
Harlow eyed the building as they approached. The Houndside Hazard Hunters Guild on the outside appeared to be a long one level rectangular building, made of gray bricks. It wasn’t actually one level, of course, there being a large basement below that spanned the whole building, full of holding cells and a morgue.
At the very center of the building, on the overhang above the recessed entrance, written in large white letters was Houndside Hazard Hunters Guild. The glass doors were framed by black glass walls on both sides, before the building extended back out and returned to brick. On the right side was basically a hanging relief sculpture of the Hunters Crest—the exact same crest that was on their badges.
Blood red, black, and gray, the crest started normal-ish enough—a shield with a sword angled to the right behind it. Also normal, the ribbon swooping across the top, below the three points of the shield, which then disappeared behind it, before coming back around right under the bottom point. The top of the ribbon said Houndside Hazard, the bottom part Hunters Guild.
The not so normal parts were the blood on the sword behind it, and the blood red mallet and fancy wooden stake which formed an X in the middle. And if that wasn’t ‘special’ enough, there were claw marks shredding through the left side.
He eyed it as they walked past with a grimace. Harlow personally thought the design was…cheesy…like some kid thought it up…even if it did scream murder.
