“Somehow, I don’t think it makes up for the solid coat of blood over the rest of us. Anyway, I’ll be right back.”
The human jogged away, disappearing around the building, and Foxx went back to waiting…grateful that the chains were now out of sight. He really wished his head would fucking fix itself already.
After talking with Harlow about one of his nightmares…he had felt a little bit better than before…
Bloody hell, was everyone else right… Could talking to someone about everything possibly help him?
Yeah, because talking to that Johannsson guy had been sooo fucking helpful, he thought with sigh. But maybe…someone else…could be helpful.
Fuck, he didn’t know.
The sight of Harlow jogging back, seemingly just moments after he left, only one thick chain remaining in his hands, made Foxx realize he had completely zoned out.
“Finished up?” he asked.
“All except the front door.” The human tried the door on reaching him. “Locked.”
Foxx rolled his eyes. “We are trying to keep them in, and they are trying to keep us out…such stupid logic.” He grabbed the door handle and yanked, breaking the lock. Smirking up at Harlow, he said, “Let’s fuck these assholes up, shall we?”
“After you, brat.”
Foxx stepped inside, stopping in the middle of a small entryway area with beige walls and blue speckled carpet. A desk was against the wall in front of him, and above there were signs, with pictures of a lift and restrooms pointing to the right, and one with stairs to the left. Which he would have known without the sign as they’d looked at the building blueprints.
Foxx glanced both left and right, listening in case anyone tried to approach them, while Harlow came in behind him and worked on chaining the last door.
When the man had finished, he said, “No one is left on this floor. Lift or stairway?”
“They could trap us in the elevator by cutting the power,” Harlow stated as he came up and stood beside him.
“Good point! Stairs it is! Just thought I’d make the suggestion since there are five people waiting for us there.”
“Of course there are.”
The thing about fighting vampires was that they could hear him just as well as he could hear them.
He glanced back, eyeing the chains and thick lock. “You have the keys, right?”
“I have all the keys safely zipped in an inner pocket, so no worries.”
Nodding, Foxx headed towards the door to the left that was marked stairway. Peeking through the small window upon reaching it, at the same time, he slipped into his bloodline powers. Their golden lines lit up…and he wasn’t surprised at what he found. Young…just as the other ones had been. Some not even a hundred. “Ahh, babies again,” he sighed.
“They’re about to be dead babies. Weapons?”
“Guns. Which, I mean, we figured, since all the rest had them.”
“Type?”
“More of the same. Pistols of some kind. Likely semi-automatic.”
“Try to not get shot.”
“Right!”
Pulling out his other gun, Foxx kicked the door open with his foot, leaping forward as the firing started. He aimed and pulled the trigger when he was still midair.
The back of two vampire’s heads burst out in a spray of blood as his bullets hit them square between the eyes, their screams turning ear piercing when the bullets expanded and released holy water inside them.
As those two dropped, Foxx landed with both knees slamming into the face of the vampire who’d been standing between the two he just shot. Before the other two had time to react, they were falling as well with matching bullets between the eyes, the shots coming from behind Foxx.
