Harlow chuckled.
“I’m leaving,” Tony growled, walking away without another word.
Harlow looked at Foxx. “Will Daydric actually wipe them out?”
Foxx shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. I technically used the threat of you and him to get it done, so… Them not doing it would be disregarding him, but… Eh, I just thought I’d throw it out into the universe for fun.”
“Of course.”
The truth was, he wasn’t sure what Daydric would do if they went back on their word. He made it clear that he’d used him as a threat, so… Well, the vampire wasn’t one to back down, even from a promise that someone else made for him… As long as he liked that someone, that is. It's not like the man would be carrying out promises for random ass strangers.
“Food?” Harlow grunted.
“I'd love some.”
What he’d actually love would be to go to sleep and wake up to find that this whole Maverick thing was just a bad nightmare. But he knew he didn’t have that much luck.
The fact that the noise in the End Zone wasn’t bothering Harlow, really cemented that at least part of his life was getting back to normal. He was…slightly surprised that they hadn’t ended up banned after the last time, but then…the worker had seemed intent on ignoring whatever the fuck had been happening. He guessed they didn’t report it after the fact either.
Harlow eyed Foxx.
The vampire was frowning, and his gaze kept flicking to the table a short distance away from theirs, to a group of women and two teenagers. Looking as if they’d just come from church, they were talking in frightened tones, yet…didn’t seem to care how much noise they were making.
One woman was being particularly loud as she kept gesturing to her phone. Even if he had still been ‘human’, with how obnoxious they were being, he’d likely have heard every word.
As it was…it sort of felt like he was sitting at the same damn table. Which would have been nice if it was mildly entertaining gossip, however, it wasn’t. It was all bullshit. A lot of, ‘I told youthey couldn’t be trusted’, and ‘paranormals are animals’, blah blah blah.
The two teenage boys with them seemed to be the only ones with functioning brains as they both looked embarrassed, unhappy, and kept rolling their eyes at everything the women were saying.
You’d think the face plate hanging down from Foxx’s chest would have alerted them that they were sitting near someone who wasn’t human. But apparently not. Or maybe they’d seen and just didn’t care.
Harlow glanced from them to Foxx. The question he was debating was…should he say something? His vampire had been down before they even got there. The brief bit of humor as they fucked with Tony had not lasted. So, it wasn’t as if they had caused Foxx’s bad mood. The vampire was no doubt sad about what was happening with that pack.
When Foxx’s frown deepened and his eyes turned slightly sad, Harlow stood up. Foxx’s gaze snapped to him in question. He just plastered a closed mouth smile on his face and walked over to the table, clearing his throat.
They looked up, confused.
“Yes?” the woman who’d been the loudest asked, her gaze doing a sweep of him before disdain filled her eyes.
Wow…it had been a long time since someone had looked at him like he was a delinquent. Like, the woman was older, but notthatmuch older.
“Would you all kindly shut the fuck up?” His words weren’t poetic, by any means, but they were certainly clear.
The human gasped, her jaw dropping open.
Harlow smirked, his fangs flashing now, and the woman’s mouth snapped shut as she paled. The rest stared with wide eyes. “How about instead of looking in the news for monsters, and attaching the label to people you’ve never met, and don’tknow, you look in the fucking mirror first? Because the last time I checked, someone wishing for genocide falls under the monster category.” He scoffed as they all remained silent. “I say this with my whole non-human heart, have the day you fucking deserve.”
Turning quickly, he went back to his table and sat down.
Foxx had a small smile on his face now. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“They were annoying…and loud…and they made you sad.”
“They didn’t really… I was already kind of down. And it’s not like I haven’t heard it before. It's just been a few years since people were open about it. The opinions never went away. We see that with every human case. Not that we will have those anymore.” Foxx sighed. “It just feels…like we are stuck waiting for more bad news. And being here, enjoying food, when I know something horrible is going on…just feels…wrong.”
“Would us going home just so that you can binge watch the news change that?”
“No, but…then I’d at least get toseewhat’s going on.”
