Eyeing the passed out, bleeding human on the ground, he said, “Now who needs to control their strength?”
“Oh, no. I did that on purpose.” Foxx smiled.
“Brat.” Smirking, Harlow slowly strolled closer. When the vampire was within reach, he tugged him against him and kissed him hard. “My brat,” he growled.
Foxx licked his lips. “All yours.”
“Mine!” He captured the man’s lips again, only pulling apart at the sound of tires approaching.
Looking towards the mouth of the alleyway, he squinted and tried to see past the blinding headlights.
Staring into the bright lights, as they cut off, Foxx blinked away the floaters.
He eyed the two people who started to approach, and could only assume that they were hunters. The human woman was, he’d say, near Harlow’s age. With blonde hair with strains of white throughout set in a thick long braid, the woman had warm brown eyes, and a beaming smile. The lines on her face suggested she smiled more than not. More importantly, the human was wearing a super cute jumper, paired with light blue skinny jeans and brown boots.
Said jumper was a very pale peach color with bishop sleeves. Like there was some obvious puff before they came in at the wrist, and the cuffs even had stitches and a bow. The style alone was cute, but add in the repeated fuzzy, raised textured peaches, shaped like hearts, and the entire thing just came together in an adorable array of something…he needed.
Her vampire partner, on the other hand…looked like he had raided Harlow’s closet… Well, minus the cute little spots of lovethat he had just the other day finished stitching on to all of the dhampir’s clothes.
Oddly, the stylish older woman was staring at Harlow with familiarity. Not so oddly, her vampire partner was looking at the dhampir as if he had a second head. A look Foxx was sure he shared when he glanced up at Harlow and found an odd smile on his face.
While the man had various types of smiles…the one thing they all had in common was there was always this hint of smugness. That smugness…was gone right now. Even his eyes seemed softer…different. It was…bloody scary, to be honest.
“So…Tony hadn’t been fucking with me when he said you were no longer human, huh?” the woman said with an affectionate smile, her words sounding sympathetic.
“Afraid not, Elowen. Believe it or not, I was done in by a damn tranq dart and that fucker, Micah,” Harlow said brightly, that odd smile growing as he shrugged. “Just turned out that I was never human to begin with.”
The name Elowen would have piqued his interest, as Harlow had mentioned her name before when talking to Tony…but…the weirdness of what was going on was just too distracting. Foxx stared at Harlow, wondering who the fuck was standing next to him because it certainly wasn’t his boyfriend. His eyes slipped back to the woman, and he couldn’t help but stare at her jumper…
He wanted it… He wanted it so badly.
“That disgusting son of…” Elowen grimaced, tsking. “It's a fucking tragedy that the bastard managed to survive as long as he did. That motherfucker is dead now, right?”
“Very dead,” Harlow confirmed.
Her gaze did a sweep over the man. “Well, I suppose there was always something not human about you.” Elowen snickered. “Either way, I'm glad you lived through it, in whatever capacitythat is. There's not many of us left… At least, not if we exclude the ignorant bigots who started this shit.”
Foxx popped up between them. “Hi! I’m Foxx! I just have to say, I love your jumper. Where did you get it? Can’t say I’ve ever seen one like it. And I—” He glared as a hand came down over his mouth.
“Sorry, he’s chatty,” Harlow drawled.
The vampire who hadn’t said a word before stuttered. “You’re…you’re?—”
Foxx batted the dhampir’s hand away. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, he’s a dhampir. So special, so surprising, soo formally forbidden. Moving on!” He smiled up at the woman cutely. “Can I get your number?”
“Foxx?!” Harlow growled, soundly slightly more like himself.
“What?! I like her clothes!”
Elowen giggled. “You got paired with a chatterbox, I see. Nice to meet you, Foxx. I’m Elowen Hawke. Me and this big lug you’ve been paired with go way back. As for my number, it’s…” Foxx pulled out his phone and typed in the number she rattled off.
The woman smiled. “Now, I’m sure you two have better things to do than talk to us, and we are here, I’m guessing, to pick up that piece of shit on the ground behind you.”
“Pick up away!” Foxx chimed.
Harlow keptthe fake smile on his face as he eyed the pair.
When the vampire kept standing there, staring at him, Elowen looked at her partner and snapped, “Well, go get him,Vern. You might as well fucking work since you are intent on standing there like you’ve lost what little brains you have left.”
