“By the way, you should probably…call your doctor. He is aware something is up.”
“I’ll deal with him in a few weeks, when I figure out exactly what I’m going to do about him now that…I’m not human any longer. I guess…it’s more that I wasn’t ever human, but like you said, let’s ignore that for now… I still think I should get diagnosed, but…”
Foxx gasped. “You realize that the whole dhampir thing means there is more to your…” the vampire hesitated, and then tapped his head.
“My fucked up head?”
“Yes,” the man snorted. “There is more to your fucked up head than a…”
“Shitty childhood?”
Foxx rolled his eyes. “Yes, beyond that. Biologically, I mean, technically, you are normal, for your species.”
Harlow barked out a laugh. “Wow, finally normal.”
Foxx wrinkled his nose as he remembered something else that he’d learned of while in that parking lot. “Speaking of normal, or rather, something that's not normal. Why is there a camera somewhere near my front door?”
“Ummm, no reason?” the man said sheepishly.
“Harlow, why was your phone being sent pictures of my front entranceway?”
His eyes narrowed as the dhampir slowly glanced away.
“Harlow!”
Harlow satat the kitchen island, his eyes following Foxx around. He couldn’t help but flinch with each cabinet and drawer the man slammed as he pulled out baking sheets and various ingredients, all the while the vampire continued to grumble about the same thing he had been going on about for the last hour. “I can’t believe you filled my house with cameras, Harlow!”
Rubbing at his head, he sighed. “I mean, I don’t watch them. They are there in case someone appears on the pictures that shouldn’t be here.”
The man set a container full of flour on the counter, glaring fiercely. “Right, the pictures you obsessively receive in a text, that you, for some reason, don’t delete.” Suddenly, the glare disappeared, replaced by a fake smile. “Oh, by the way, here’s your phone,” Foxx said way too cheerfully as he reached into his pocket and set Harlow’s phone on the counter.
Eyeing the smile with trepidation, he slowly pulled it towards him. “You know, I didn’t keep them to look at, I just don’t know how to delete them.”
Harlow grimaced when Foxx didn’t respond, his expression remaining the same. The man was just staring and waiting.
Picking his phone up, he flipped it open, cursing at the sight of the cracked screen. The crack went all the way across.
“Yeah…I found it like that,” Foxx tsked. “It still turned on, at first, but it seems to have completely died since. Not the power, mind you, but the phone itself.” The vampire didn’t sound upset by that in the least.
Fucking hell… He closed the phone and set it down.
“But really, Harlow, CAMERAS?! Do you even realize the position you put me in?! Alastair is literally never going to let me move past this! Do you know how annoying he can be?! The man is?—”
The sound of the front door slamming open cut Foxx off, and both of them turned to look towards the hallway. Harlow winced as the noise seemed to pulse in his head. His brows rose as the vampire himself stormed in, holding a small white puppy.
“YOU!” Alastair hissed. “LOOK WHAT YOU DID!” The man lightly shook the puppy in their direction as he stomped closer.
“Alastair…y-you…need to leave. NOW!” Foxx said stiffly, yelling the last word.
“What?!” Alastair stopped in his tracks, looking stunned.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard Foxx use such a harsh tone with the man. Harlow glanced at his boyfriend, frowning at how pale he’d gone.
“Leave, please…” Foxx almost whispered, before taking a deep breath, then loudly and firmly saying, “You need to leave. You can’t be here right now.”
Alastair took a step back, his eyes wide and confused. The vampire looked slightly hurt. “Foxx…?”
Ah, shit. This was…because of him, wasn’t it? Fuck…
