The human rolled his eyes. “Start drinking your blood, brat.”
Foxx hmphed. Twisting, he reached back and lifted the fridge lid. Gathering three bags in his arms, he snagged a metal straw from the baggy inside before letting the lid close shut.
Straightening up, he dropped two of the blood bags in his lap, and popped the metal straw into the one he was still holding. Foxx sighed at his first sip, the blood instantly taking the edge off the headache that had started to develop the longer he’d stayed awake. By the time he finished the bag, the headache was gone, even though he still felt a little tired.
Harlow reached back and grabbed something. Foxx’s brow rose as he handed him a gallon-sized zip-lock bag. “For the empties.”
Foxx took it and discarded his empty bag into it. Setting it down in his lap, he grabbed another blood bag, and was about to stab his straw into it when Harlow asked, “What does it taste like?”
Foxx frowned. “Well… You’ve tasted blood before, I’m sure.”
“Yes…?”
“Well, similar to that, but sweeter, and a bit salty, I suppose. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. From what I remember when I was human, it definitely doesn’t taste exactly like it did then. I'd say there is still a bit of that coppery taste, but mostly, it's got this nice, almost nutty salty-sweet taste. Though, that is only bagged blood. Fresh definitely has a wider range of flavors, even if the coppery taste is always there.”
“I see…”
“Yeah…” Foxx said slowly, before bringing the straw to his lips and starting his second bag.
Foxx drank that down, and he was just finishing his third and final bag when Harlow turned onto the street with the office building they were looking for.
Eyeing the high rise, he absentmindedly put both the straw and the empty bag into the zip-lock, sealing it before tossing it in the back.
“I’m surprised you are getting us this close…” Foxx mused. “No plans to park a mile away?”
“They know we are coming, so there's no point. But you may want to send a text to Charity, telling her that we will probably have the cops called on us, so she can give them a heads-up to not interfere,” Harlow said as he calmly maneuvered into a parking spot on the street, only a few cars away from the building.
Texting would be a good idea, because anyone who noticed them seemed to be stopping to stare. Foxx pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text to Charity, before returning it to his pocket.
Glancing out of the window, he winced as he caught the gaze of an older man outside who was looking like he was about to pass out. He gave a hesitant smile and a little wave. The guy gulped and hobbled away, pretty quickly for a human that age, he had to say.
Ignoring the power walking old man, he eyed the building again and listened. “It’s not as empty as they claimed, that’s for sure.”
“Well, we already knew that,” Harlow drawled. “Based on those blueprints, there's no way they would have not used the building for something. Though…with it being in such an active part of the city, we are going to have to chain the doors.”
Foxx groaned, “Really?”
“Yes…at least until they are all dead. We can’t risk them trying to take someone hostage. And I’m going to have to handle that myself because you won’t be able to touch the chains.”
“I can touch scripture chains, I just can’t break them or sit around holding them for hours. Also, you do realize they could just break a window, right?”
“They could, but this will at least slow them down a bit.” Harlow eyed him before adding, “You can wait in the car while I do it.”
Foxx frowned. Wait in the car? “Why would I wait in the car?”
“You don’t like chains.”
His eyes widened. “You’re worried I’ll freak out…?”
“I’m not worried you’ll freak out. I just know the last time you saw chains, you did.”
Fuck a duck, why was the man doing this to him?! He was supposed to be a psychotic asshole, by the man’s own definition of himself! Sweet shouldn’t have even entered the equation.
Ugh…he really wanted to yell at him to stop fucking with him. But the bastard would probably have no bloody clue what he was even talking about if he did.
Foxx took a deep calming breath and said, “Harlow, I’m not going to freak out on seeing chains. Besides, how am I going to get in if you chain all the doors?”
“I can leave the front for last.”
