“I’d never leave you behind. And if we’re going down, we aren’t going down alone,” Foxx growled viciously.
Harlow’s smile grew, and the man slammed his mouth down on his. Foxx moaned, clinging to him and kissing him back just as fiercely, whining in protest when the human pulled away much too quickly for his liking.
Chuckling, Harlow licked his lips. The man’s hand slid up his back to his neck, before coming around to cup his cheek. “My bloodthirsty brat. You’re angry, right?”
“I am…” he rasped.
“Then let loose. Show me how sadistic you can be, Foxx,” Harlow growled. “You’ve done it before. Take them down. All of them. I know you can. And afterwards…” The human brushed his thumb over his bottom lip. “We’ll check into our hotel, and I’ll rail you until you can’t walk.”
“Promise, old man?” Foxx asked with shuddered breath.
“Promise, brat.”
Staring into the human’s heated eyes, Foxx thought about it. He thought about just how freeing it would be to drop all the restrictions, the restraints he’d placed on himself… The question was…could he do it? Would he dare to reveal that much?
A slow smirk started to spread across his face the longer he thought about it. About really just being as twisted and sadistic as he wanted to be…no restraints.
And why should he be restrained? These men they were facing were horrible. They’d killed, they’d tortured, spreading death and pain as far as they were allowed. What mercy did they deserve?! They were young, sure, but so what?! This was their choice!
Justlike Kinley, they had done all of this of their own free will. Andjustas Kinley had, they too would suffer the consequences of their actions.
Harlow followed behind Foxx, eyes transfixed on the vampire. The man was skipping towards the door that, according to the plans they’d seen, led to a large conference room. Tommy Gun in hand, hood up, Foxx looked like some sort of twisted nightmare-induced teddy bear from hell. From his bear ears to his booted feet, the vampire was blood red.
With each step he took forward, Harlow oddly found his heart beating faster and faster, as they neared the last of the so called ‘mafia’. But the fear…that Wes accused him of having…that was not what this was.
Elated…he felt elated. Like he’d just had the fight of his life and won. He was excited about what was coming—the violence. Even if he wasn’t the one doing it.
More than that…for the first time since he’d met Foxx, he felt it again, the feeling that he was in the presence of a very dangerous individual. Fuck, was he excited.
“I’m here!!” Foxx chimed with a giggle as he kicked the frosted glass door. It shattered on impact.
Shots went off instantly, but the sound of Foxx’s Tommy Gun drowned out the rest. Screams came from beyond the door, but Harlow had stayed back so he couldn’t see exactly what was happening.
As the loud cries continued, he quickly came to the realization that the vampire hadn’t aimed his shots high. Foxx wanted to cause pain… A shot to the head wouldn’t have accomplished that, as a lot of times they didn’t remain conscious afterwards.
He frowned, tilting his head when the screams suddenly cut off. There was this odd thudding sound that happened at the same time, as if multiple things had fallen.
“Ohh, ahh. It hurts so much, doesn’t it?” Foxx mocked with a laugh.
The man skipped over the broken glass into the room, leaving the doorway clear for Harlow to enter. So, he did. But he found himself coming to a complete stop only a few steps inside, a shiver running down his spine as he caught sight of the other occupants. There were over twenty kneeling, bleeding vampires, and as he eyed them, they stared back. Their mouths moved, but no sound came out, and their eyes were fearful. Harlow’s gaze flicked from them to Foxx.
“Which first…? Which first?” His partner tossed the Tommy Gun aside and started to walk.
Meandering around the room, hands folded behind his back, Foxx hummed happily, like he was just on an evening stroll. Chairs had been lined up and stacked along the right wall out of the way, and whatever conference table there had been was not there now, so the man had plenty of room to wander.
Foxx walked through the kneeling men and stopped by a pale, black-haired man who looked at least thirty, and seemed to be in a suit that was of higher quality than anyone else’s in the room.
“Boss first!” The vampire giggled as he started to walk backwards, hands still behind his back. “It’s only right that you go down first. You’re the oldest, the most…ha ‘powerful’. I figure…it’s the best way to show your dumb sheep how fucked they all are.”
Now a bit further away from the so-called ‘mafia’ leader, Foxx suddenly spun toward Harlow with a wide dimpled smile on his freckled, blood splattered face.
“Harlow, get this. I was wrong. It’s not that he had just come of the right age to make zombies, it’s that he’s weak. The man is five hundred, and yet he can’t handle making more than a few dozen badly put together zombies.” That wide smile turned vicious. “How pathetic,” Foxx ground out, the seething anger he’d seen before returning.
As Foxx had been angry. He’d been furious that Hanes had died because a kid had lied. Angry that a kid died because he’d chosen to do something stupid. While the vampire had held back in that moment as he’d stayed by the dying man’s side, Harlow had seen the rage. So much rage, the vampire had begun to tremble with it.
Foxx was truly…breathtaking in his fury.
Smirking, Harlow chuckled. “So physically, he is likely stronger than any human, stronger than I am…stronger than Hanes was… But as a vampire, he is nothing?”
