He looked into the human’s face, smiled evilly, and jumped up again.
* * *
Harlow let outan honest to fucking hell scream when Foxx leaped many feet into the air. Eyes wide, he clung to him, his heart racing as somehow the vampire landed light as can be in the motherfucking wedge space created by the roof of the tower and the middle section’s gabled roof. He stared for a moment at the scaled shingles on either side of him, before turning a murderous glare on Foxx, who was laughing his ass off.
“You fucker,” Harlow growled.
He knew Foxx would get his pound of flesh after he’d pissed him off, he just hadn’t realized it would happen so fucking soon.
“Well, we needed a way in that wouldn’t lead to them escaping past us or surrounding us,” Foxx giggled as he set him down on his feet beside him. As where else would he stand?! They were literally in the wedge between two fucking roofs!
“So, you picked the roof?! A surface that is the furthest thing from flat?!”
“Sure. I mean, there are seven right below us on the second floor.”
“Third floor, though it's more of an attic than an actual floor.”
“I’m not having this argument again, Harlow!” Foxx snapped, before letting out a soft gasp as he eyed something behind him.
Harlow looked back, his brow rising at the expanse of grass behind the house. It went out quite a distance. And growing on that expanse was a whole field of at least two-foot-tall blue flowers. Most of it looked undisturbed. All except the right corner of the patch, where it appeared as if someone had rolled over them. The small patch of trampled flowers and grass was covered in a layer of the same electric blue dust that had been on the dead werewolf.
“Well, that confirms that,” Foxx sighed.
“It would…be a disaster if this place flooded.” Harlow frowned. “Should we be worried about the wind spreading it?”
“A floodwouldbe a disaster. The wind… It could be a concern for the plants that the werewolf destroyed, but I don’t feel any wind at the moment. As for the rest, from what I understand, the pollen—which is what that electric blue dust is—remains contained in a sack near the stem. There is a small opening that releases some of it, but as long as no one crushes them, it should be fine,” Foxx mused, before turning towards the gabled roof to their right with his hands on his hips.
“Right! Let’s get going. Get both of your guns out, because they can jump, and they likely will once I start tearing into the house. I’m guessing the only reason they haven’t broken out is because they more than likely re-enforced the doors and windows, and are too out of it to realize that they could just create a hole in the wall or roof.”
Harlow pulled out his other gun, making sure the safety was off, as he said, “Let’s do this.”
Smiling, Foxx punched his fist into the side of the gabled roof, before starting to pull the shingles off, followed by removing wood, insulation, and more. Harlow aimed his guns where the vampire was creating the hole and waited.
When the hole was at most a foot wide, the wolves below began attempting to break free. Harlow fired at the first sight of fur. A yelp was the response to his actions, but it didn’t deter the wolves. The sounds of wood breaking spread, no longer localized to just where Foxx was tearing the roof apart. And with it came loud thuds as the wolves slammed their bodies into the roof from below, again and again, until the shingles under their feet were shaking.
Harlow just kept shooting while Foxx widened the hole, from body shots to finally head shots as the opening grew. By the time Foxx had created a space big enough for them both to fit through, the shingles no longer shook.
“Are all seven dead, or did some run?” Harlow asked as he quickly checked and reloaded both guns.
“All dead.”
“Forty-forty more to go then.”
He eyed the attic. It just seemed like one wide open space, besides the bodies and the mess of destroyed boxes, clothes, toys and just some random ass shit that was spread all around. It looked like the werewolves had been having fun tearing into the previous owner’s crap before they’d arrived.
“Want me to help you in?” Foxx asked sweetly.
Harlow glared. “You even try to pick me up and I will shoot you.”
The vampire sniffed. “I was just trying to be helpful.”
“Bullshit.”
Foxx stuck his tongue out at him and jumped into the hole, barely making a sound as he landed on the pile of bodies.
Rolling his eyes, he holstered his guns, and was about to slip down when the gunfire started. He jumped, gripping the broken edge and hung there for a brief second, before swinging himself forward and jumping to avoid the pile of bodies his shots had created.
Harlow landed loudly, unlike Foxx. He managed to retrieve one of his guns, just in time to put a bullet between the eyes of a charging tan furred werewolf. The creature’s skull burst as the bullet pierced it, the body falling to the ground. Another wolf took its place right after.
