Johansson smiled. “And do you think that she is grateful of your choice?”
“Excuse me?” he said stiffly.
“Do you think that the little…vampire you saved is happy to be alive?”
“Yes.”
What in the hell kind of question was that?!
The man’s smile widened. “Are you sure? Her parents are dead. She has experienced untold trauma. Wouldn’t it have been kinder to let her go to a better place?”
Foxx let out a laugh of disbelief. “You bastards are really everywhere, aren’t you? I have to say, well done on being able to hide your hatred long enough to meet me, doctor.” He clapped mockingly. “So, let me get this straight, you are asking me if it would have been better to let a literal fucking eight-year-old die? It would have been what,kinder, to let that child be tortured to death? Kinder to let her never grow up? Kinder to let her lay there unprotected as the very floor burned her flesh, as the cursed, blessed air coated her lungs, making each breath a new painful experience?”
“I didn’t imply that she deserved?—”
“Oh, but you did!” He laughed. “That is exactly what you wished for her. But, no, doctor, I don’t think it would have been kinder. I think it would have been the heartless, monstrous option to let a fucking eight-year-old be tortured to death.
“But, I'll tell you what, if you are ever in such a situation, I’ll gladly let you die. Hell, I’ll even help you along to whatever bullshit afterlife you believe in. Because as I see it, there is nothing in you worth saving.”
Foxx stood up. “Nor is there any point in me talking to you further. Unless you want me to actually display that violent outburst you accused me of earlier. Which—” He grinned viciously. “—would be fun for me.”
Johansson was outright glaring now. “Sit down, Foxx,” the human ordered stiffly.
Foxx giggled. “Gee, how about…no?”
“If you don’t sit down, I’ll refuse to approve you for duty.”
“Have fun with that. Meanwhile, I’m going to go talk to Tony and ask why I, a vampire, should have to talk about my mental health with someone who despises my very existence.”
Johansson’s eyes widened.
“What?” he barked out in laughter. “Did you think I wouldn’t say anything? Is that how it’s gone for you so far? You trying to mentally fuck with the patients you see as lesser lifeforms, and they what…just didn’t say anything?
“Though…I suppose, it tracks. We are newly legal and all. The others probably just figured it’d be easier to ignore it, so they can get back to work. Why bother causing issues? Welp, doctor, I am not that bitch,” he growled. “I don’t avoid problems, I cause them. Because why avoid the issue when it’s a hell of a lot more fun becoming it?”
The man blinked, apparently too stunned to speak. Which worked for him.
“Well, now that I’ve made myself clear, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and be loud, opinionated, and petty as fuck. Toodles.” Foxx waved goodbye mockingly as he spun on his heel and left.
Harlow glanced up when the door opened. His brow raised at the fury etched across Foxx’s face as the man stormed out, slamming the door as he did.
“What did he do?”
“You know, if you all are going to FORCE my kind to do this bullshit, you could at least get someone that doesn’t wish us all dead!” Foxx snapped.
He frowned. Did Johansson hate vampires? Harlow…honestly hadn’t paid enough attention to anything the man had said to answer that. “What did he do?” he repeated.
“Accused me of being overly antagonistic and violent towards the poor priests, whose actions can apparently be debated still.
“Let’s see…oh, he also said that I should feel guilty about getting those other vampires killed, on top of possibly surviving. Not to mention that I should have let that eight-year-old die as she would have been better off that way.”
“And I’m the psycho one here?” Harlow scoffed.
Okay, so he had considered tossing the kid out of the way when she’d blocked his path to Foxx, but like, he hadn’t… That counted for something…
Furthermore, Harlow also hadn't, in that moment, even considered killing her. So really, he was starting to think that the people around him weren’t as sane as they claimed to be. Because his ass not even having the thought definitely counted for something over someone actually fucking suggesting an eight-year-old would be better off dead.
“Want me to kick his ass?”
