The vampirewastoo low on blood to even manage breaking through duct tape. Though, Foxx was also right in that duct tape could be a bitch to break, especially with how much they’d used.
“Monster! MONSTER! HELP!” Micah screamed hoarsely.
Harlow grimaced as the vampire’s words echoed in his head, seeming to set off an instant headache. How was Micah being this loud? He’d just fucking woke up?! Shouldn’t the bastard have been slurring and fumbling like Foxx had been? They hadn’t given him THAT much blood.
Moving from behind the chair to Foxx’s side, Harlow rolled his eyes as the man continued to scream.
Standing there just staring while the vampire struggled… Harlow…reallywanted to hit him. Micah was…as lanky and unimpressive as the last time he’d seen him. Not to mention, just as pale. With mousy brown hair, the man’s features were forgettable. Honestly, the only thing one would probably remember on meeting him was his startling bright green eyes. Well, that and his missing lower leg. Which it was currently missing, as they’d left the man’s prosthetic behind to burn with the house.
Harlow supposed…face wise, Micah was somewhat generically handsome…to someone. But nothing stood out. So really, it was the perfect face for a criminal to have.
And he…really wanted to fucking punch him right in the face. But not for themonstercomments. Harlow glared at the jagged bite wound on the right side of Micah’s neck. The vampire being so low on blood meant it pretty much hadn’t healed at all.
Couldn’t he have at least tore his head off while he’d been at it?! Literally, he had ripped all the other people to shreds, but MICAH, he had fucking bit instead. Despite trying to suppress it, Harlow…gagged.
Foxx glanced at him with a frown, and snorted on probably realizing what had made him gag.
“MONSTER!” Micah roared.
“There's really no point in screaming, no one will hear you,” Harlow growled with a wince, just barely holding back the urge to cover his ears.
Foxx scoffed. “I find it ironic that he’s callingyoua monster.”
The other vampire finally looked to Foxx. “We are the same kind! Why are you helping him?!”
Without hesitation, Foxx socked the man in the stomach. As Micah tried to double over, stopped by the duct tape, his boyfriend snarled, fangs flashing. “Iam NOTHING likeyou. We aren’t the same anything, let alone ‘kind’. And you know why, Micah? It’s because you are a disgusting piece of filth. Each breath you exhale pollutes the world around you. You aren’t even worthy enough for me to piss on.” Foxx hmphed and wiped his hand off on his pants, as if just touching Micah had dirtied him. “Now, answer this, and you better not lie; how many followers did you have with you in that house?”
Micah, coughing from the hit, croaked, “W-what?”
“Why do bad guys always say ‘what’ after being asked a question?!” the vampire asked, sounding baffled. “Did I not just ask in clear English? A language I know this guy understands!”
“Maybe the punch scrambled his brains?”
“I hit him in the stomach.” Foxx’s nose wrinkled. “Whatever, I guess I’ll repeat myself! How many brainwashed idiots did you have with you in that house?!”
Micah’s eyes narrowed. Apparently, the man was done screaming about ‘monsters’. “Why should I tell you anything?”
“Because if you don’t, you’ll be missing more than that leg.”
The vampire laughed, and then sneered. “Do you think that scares me? Do you thinkyouscare me?” Micah’s gaze slipped to him before it moved back to Foxx.
Ah, the man did not see Foxx as a threat, which... Well, he’d learn soon enough.
“I took his leg before and got nothing, Foxx. There's no point talking just yet.” Harlow hummed as he lazily pulled out one of the other chairs, flipped it around, and sat backwards, resting his arms on the back.
Foxx giggled. “I suppose you’re right, old man.” An innocent looking smile slipped onto his brat’s face, his hands folding behind his back. The vampire swaying happily as he took a step back, Foxx sang, “Micah, I’m afraid you’re scared of the wrong person. Because unlike him, I actually get off on torturing people. I also have a particular distaste for pedophiles, so…mmmm, let’s see, what should I do?”
The man spun around and started to dig through his brightly colored duffle bag that was on the floor. At the same time, Micah snapped, “I am not a pedophile! I just refuse to follow the new rules being set by society. Rules, mind you, that are not even a hundred years old!”
Not looking back, Foxx scoffed. “You're only a few hundred years older than me, dipshit. Do you honestly think I don’t know how the world used to be? How, in some places, it still is? Just because it was once acceptable, doesn’t mean it was ever right. Children, Micah…you go after children.”
The vampire was doing something in his bag. He couldn’t see what.
“Wo—”
Foxx cut him off. “Harlow, shoot him if he dares to refer to children as adults. I really don’t care about whatever the fuck he has to say, besides him telling me what I want to know.”
Micah’s gaze flicked to Harlow.
