Foxx snorted, before gasping and pointing. “Look, he’s spraying something!”
“That he is…” The man was waving around some sort of black spray can, a thin mist coming from it, causing the bitter smell from before to grow. “Making it into an aerosol would be the easiest method for spreading. It’s likely how they spread the vampire one too.”
“Let’s grab him and take his spray. Bet he has more on him than that too! We get that and it will cut Doc’s job in half. As half of the fucking problem is recreating it.”
Harlow smirked and waved him on. “After you.”
“Don’t mind if I do!”
Standing in front of the human, with Harlow on the other side of him, Foxx removed the illusion. “Hi!” he beamed with a wide smile as he yanked the man’s goggles off and tossed them aside, revealing some thick ass rounded glasses.
The human jumped back and pulled out his gun, but Harlow grabbed it from him without much effort, chuckling. “I’ll take that.”
Yeah, that doctor had given Harlow some good fucking drugs if the dhampir was able to move that fast without even a wince.
When the guy started to spray him, Foxx giggled. “No, sorry, vampire, not werewolf,” even as his nose wrinkled at the smell. Though he couldn’t say he didn’t prefer it to the human’s body odor.
As someone who grew up in the Middle Ages, where foul odors were basically an unavoidable life hardship…he’d always found it shocking how many still loved to ignore the invention of deodorant.
Foxx tsked at the man’s horrified expression when the guy spun around, looking back and forth from him to Harlow, seeming at a loss for what to do.
“Oh, look at that, Foxx. You were right, he's not a hunter.” Harlow smirked. “So…how is that bastard Maverick doing? Besides being more criminally insane than before. Does he talk about me much? Man did love to bitch.”
“Meep!” the human squeaked.
“That’s an interesting sound… Anyway, you are going to do something for us,” Foxx announced with an evil smile. Grabbing the man by the throat, he batted Harlow’s hands away when Mr. Brainiac decided to try to run for it. “Yeah, you, no touch, Harlow. We don’t need you to accidentally kill him.”
“Right…” Harlow sighed, the dhampir eyeing the man. “I don’t think he’ll be able to lie for us… Like I feel we can get him to do it…but I don’t think Maverick, or whoever the hell he reports to, will believe him.”
Foxx glanced up at the human’s face, not that he really needed to see his expression. Without looking, he had already known the man had been scared. He’d felt it. The human was shaking in his hold like a leaf, too petrified to even try to fight his way free. Which was…pathetic… Foxx was barely fucking holding on to his throat.
“Well…while the other may not work, we could try mind control?” Foxx suggested. “All we need him to do is check in and lie.”
“Will that even work? He may be just a follower, but he no doubt has built up a resistance, simply due to the company he was in. And likely his fear now.” Harlow’s mouth twisted in disgust. “He just pissed himself…”
Glancing down, Foxx’s nose wrinkled as he eyed the puddle. “Looks like seat covers will be in order. But I wasn’t suggesting that I attempt to use mind control on him, but for you to. He nodoubt has resistance to mine, but yours is another matter. Your mind is set up to easily control vampires. Maybe not vampires my age, but ones old enough that a human should be no issue.”
“I w-won’t t-tell anyone anything!” the human bolstered, in a pathetic boost of bravery.
Foxx hissed, flashing both fangs. The man cowered back, his eyes avoiding his as he shut his mouth. Ugh…Maverick sure wasn’t hiring brave people.
“Didn’t my brain just fuck up less than five minutes ago?”
“That’s different. Just try.”
“Let me clarify, Foxx. I have no clue how to use mind control…”
“Pft.” Foxx waved his hand. “No worries, it’s easy! All you have to do is stare into his eyes and project your will and thoughts!”
Harlow stared at Foxx,wishing he could project logic into the vampire’s head. He was like three weeks into this shit, and his brain was still fucking up… Not to mention his strength was still…many hidden and non-hidden broken things out of control.
“Yeah…that sounds…soeasy.”
“It is, just try!” Foxx huffed.
“Y-you won’t su-succeed, vampire!” the human squeaked.
He eyed the man who Foxx, honest to all fuck, looked to be only lightly grabbing. Like, what a pathetic piece of shit. But then that was usually who Maverick found to lick his ass.
