Harlow’s eyes widened. Did he have to be human? It wasn’t…a question he’d ever thought about, which really said how fucking strange he was. He was sure most of humanity had thought about the possibility, now that there were other options… It would solve the problems that aging was bringing, yet…he wasn’t sure if that was the right answer for him…
“Harlow, I…”
“I don’t know… I’ve never thought about being anything else.”
“So, you wouldn’t be opposed to it?”
* * *
WouldHarlow let him change him? Foxx bit his bottom lip. Did he want to change Harlow? He had never…changed anyone before. Foxx had never even thought about changing anyone before.
Wait…had he really never watched a friend age, and gotten the urge to try to hold on to them forever? Didn’t that make him a horrible friend? It wasn’t like being a vampire was easy before the world found out. Not that it was easy now.
But did he even need to change Harlow? Yeah, he was human, but…he was strong, nonetheless. And if aging was the problem, well…Foxx was part of the Bloodline of Fates. It would be nothing for him to reverse the damage of time. Ten years, twenty years, he could reset the clock. Harlow would still be very human, but he’d remain as strong as he needed to be to keep going with him.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m at a point where I can answer that. But backtracking, you didn’t answer my question. Why did you say no?”
Foxx sighed. “Can’t you just let it go?”
“No.”
“Harlow, drop it. I said no, and that’s that.”
“Regardless, you are mine.”
“What?!” Foxx squawked.
“I said what I said. You are mine. My brain has decided that.”
What was he? A fucking object?!
“Well, it can fucking undecide, because I am not a thing, Harlow!”
“You are my thing.”
Oh, the audacity of this fucking human!
“By the Goddess, Harlow, you can’t just put a claim on my ass.”
Harlow scoffed. “We are way past the point of that, brat. I will kill anyone who touches you.”
The words were so hot, yet…so infuriating! “You won’t do shit!”
“Try me.”
“Try you?!” Foxx said with an angry laugh. “How about a two by four to the head?!”
“You don’t even have a two by four.”
“I can buy one!”
“I dare you.”
“Forget the two by four! I have iron skillets! Instant brain damage! Oh, wait!” Foxx said sweetly. “There’s nothing in there left to damage!”
“Then you should know there is no fixing this.” Harlow tapped his own head with a smug smile.
“How about an early grave?!” he ground out.
