It started to shuffle forward…possibly hearing them. Harlow didn’t think it could actually see with its eyes like that, but he wasn’t sure. He had to say, it was stumbling as if it couldn’t see, seeming to trip over each body while it slipped multiple times in the blood. There was no coordination whatsoever.
And soon enough…as Foxx predicted…it was not alone. The bodies it had been stumbling over rose up with a sloshing of fluids and blood, joints popping. Quite a few of them were headless. And mixed in with all the dead suit-wearing ‘mafia’ zombies was…Hanes.
The human was easy to pick out, in his blue jeans and leather jacket. Well, that and the man was as thickly muscled as he remembered, and at least twice the size of the vampires, on top of being taller than them. Besides his hair being white now instead of blond, the man looked just as he had the last time Harlow had seen him—if one were to ignore that he was dead that was.
He eyed what had become of the hunter with irritation.
“Yep…that’s what I thought,” Foxx drawled stiffly behind him before oddly laughing.
Foxx couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up as he caught sight of the single golden thread inside each of them—the only thing keeping them somewhat standing.
“Oh, this vampire must have just reached minor bloodline maturity. These things are weak as fuck. In fact…” He eyed Harlow and slowly smiled as a slightly crazy idea formed in his head. “Give me your sword.”
The human’s eyes narrowed. “No, it’s mine.”
His smile dropped… Oh, for fuck’s sake. “I’m just going to borrow it.”
“Get your own.”
“Do you want to get out of here quickly or not?! We have a shit ton of places to visit today.”
“Fine!” Harlow grumbled.
The man slipped his gun back in the chest holster under his jacket, and reached back, pulling his short sword from the sheath there. Harlow held it out to him with a glare.
Rolling his eyes, Foxx wrapped his hand around the part of the hilt that Harlow wasn’t grasping, and found he had to actually tug it from the human. By the Goddess, the man was such a fucking child sometimes when it came to his things!
Shaking his head, he spun to face the brainless horde, and smiled at the slowly approaching zombies. Hehe, this was going to be fun…if slightly disorienting. It could possibly give him an upset stomach… Eh—he was sure it would be mostly fun.
Stretching his arms out in front of him, sword pointed straight out, he began to spin.
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Eyes widening in slight concern,Harlow took a cautious step back when Foxx began to spin with his very sharp sword pointed out threateningly. Mere seconds later, he took even more steps back, pressing himself against a shelf as the vampire’s speed increased to the point that he was practically a blur.
A laugh of disbelief slipped from him when the spinning brat began to twirl his way towards the zombies. Blood and body parts spiraled outwards the second Foxx came into contact with the first unlucky few. Harlow stood there unflinching as blood sprayed over him, the speed of it as it whipped around made it sound like hard rain splattering onto the pavement. Each zombie Foxx came into contact with sent a barrage of limbs flying, while some bodies were literally severed in half. The smell was not…pleasant, to say the least. The man had definitely perforated a few bowels.
Yet…among the sounds of splattering blood, limbs falling, and the slosh of entrails, was this high-pitched, joy filled…giggling. Foxx was giggling like a maniac.
It was possibly the most insane he’d ever heard the vampire sound, yet it was…adorable.
“Ah, fuck,” Harlow chuckled softly.
There was no denying it now, he found the vampire cute. And as he continued to watch Foxx slice up the undead while the vampire tornado-ed chaotically around the room, a giant smile broke out on his face, one he wasn’t sure he could have stopped even if he had wanted to. That smile, however, dropped when the vampire started to near Hanes’ zombie.
“Foxx, wait!” he snapped.
The little tornado started to slow instantly, and then it was no more, leaving Foxx just stumbling around and shaking his head. The vampire’s bright green sunsuit was splattered with blood. Much of the spray seemed to have whipped around him, forming a full circle in many places. Having not unzipped his face shield, he wasn’t sure Foxx could see very well at the moment.
“Neeed something?” Foxx slurred, sounding fucking drunk. The vampire swayed a bit before shaking his head again, looking to be attempting to regain his balance.
He walked over slowly, and with his sleeve, he wiped off the blood on the man’s face shield.
“Ohh, thhankk you.” Foxx giggled.
Chuckling, he said, “Don’t slice up Hanes’ body.”
Foxx shook his head once more, and then looked back. “Ah…right.” Foxx cleared his throat, and when he spoke next, he no longer sounded drunk. “Why don’t you shoot him in the head to get him out of the way? I'll finish the rest… Shooting it should be enough. Though, I suppose you could shoot him anywhere as these things will go down with one hit.”
