Chance dropped his stick and held his hands out. “I give up!”
“No fun…” Foxx huffed.
Harlow snorted. “No worries, the fun part will come when we drop their asses off with the police who refused to do anything in the first fucking place.”
The vampire’s head tilted. “Won’t they just let them go?”
“Well, if they want to end up in jail themselves…they could, I suppose.” Harlow dropped the bat on the grungy carpeted floor and pulled out his zip ties. “Turn around with your hands behind your back, or be prepared to bleed.”
Chance spun and did as he was told. But as Harlow was zipping his wrists together, the man cried, “Wait! I think they need to go to the hospital!”
“Not our fucking problem,” Harlow chuckled darkly.
* * *
Wrinklinghis nose as a cold droplet landed on it, behind him he dragged the two bloody and bound humans by a leg each towards the police station. “Harlow, if you don’t make him move faster, I am going to bite someone. IT’S COLD!” he whined.
His face, and really his whole head, was freezing. He should have put on his new bunny ski mask… But how could he?! It didn’t match his current outfit! Ugh, he needed to go on a knitting spree and make ones in different styles and colors, and ughh, it was coldddddd!
“Would you relax, brat! We are literally almost there,” Harlow grumbled as he pulled the human, Chance, along.
The dumb fuck man had stumbled a ridiculous amount of times, as if he’d forgotten how to fucking walk. Like, who the hell was he fooling?! The pavement was wet, not iced! Foxx should have punched him too!
“Did you have to park a mile away from the damn station?!” Foxx hissed.
Harlow shrugged. “Sometimes it’s best if they don’t know we are coming.”
“Ah, yes, because we are totally inconspicuous with our three obvious hostages.”
“Brat.”
“Old man.”
Dobson whined. “You broke my nose! I need a doctor!”
“Would you shut up!” Foxx snapped, not bothering to look back.
Fucker had been whining and complaining since he’d woken up in the car. Hedidglance back at the one he punched. As…that human had not made so much as a peep. Foxx dipped into his powers to take a peek at Bob’s threads… Eyeing the swirling glowing white lines, he thought they looked…okay-ish…
It didn’t look like he was dying, at least… Eh, it should be fine. Whatever, this is what Bob got for being a horrible person!
He glanced up at the floor to ceiling windows ahead, his brow rising as officers seemed to just pour into the front entrance of the Bolin police station, guns drawn towards the door—towards them. Their faces did not look friendly.
“Umm…Harlow…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Harlow said, sounding unconcerned.
When they reached the building, Harlow shoved Chance forward and used the man’s body to literally open the door for him.
Walking in, Harlow yelled, “Hey, dumb fucks. Since you were all too fucking lazy to do your motherfucking job, we, members of the Hunters Guild, did it fucking for you. You’renotfucking welcome.”
Foxx stopped and stared, chest tightening as he suppressed a giggle. Guns still raised, the cops now stared at them with wide-eyes—some jaws had even dropped.
Harlow snapped his fingers at Chance and pointed towards a spot on the floor, out of the way of the door. The other human smartly sat down without a word.
“Come in out of the cold, Foxx,” Harlow grunted as he stepped out of the way and held the door for him.
About bloody time. Foxx marched forward, but stopped at the sound of a thump as he accidently rammed the awake human into the frame of the door. “Oops.”
