“Foxx…did it look like we could safely contain them?”
The vampire grimaced, and started biting his bottom lip.
“What would your council do to them?”
Foxx winced. “You bringing up my council, when I don’t agree with many of their actions, doesn’t change my mind.”
“They’d do the same thing to them as they would want to do to me, isn’t that right?”
“Yes… But it wouldn’t berightin either case.”
Harlow sighed and eyed the man for a moment before saying, “Do you want to call Tony, to see what he has to say about it?”
Foxx slowly looked over at him. “Can we?”
He sighed again. “Let’s call Tony.”
As Foxx explained to Tony what he thought was going on, Tony responded just as Harlow assumed he would—with sympathy, while keeping grounded with reality.
“I understand what you are saying, Foxx, and I agree that this shouldn’t be the only way…but…there is no way to contain them,” Tony said, sounding tired.
“We could try, couldn’t we?!” Foxx snapped.
“More videos from before came in… One of the afflicted was in the presence of an older vampire who, on being attacked, attempted to contain them with scripture-covered chains… They broke through…”
Now that…was not something Harlow could have predicted. What the hell had been given to these people?
“Not even scriptured chains?!” Foxx gasped.
“Yes. So with no way to contain them, and no way of knowing if the effects of the drugs, or whatever it is, will wear off, the only option is to kill them. We just can’t risk doing anything else at this point, Foxx. Not with the death toll rising even as we speak. And they aren’t just killing humans, they are tearingapart whoever they come across. We will look into it afterwards, I promise you that we will, but there is no saving any of these people.”
The vampire remained quiet and grim for a moment, before finally saying, “I understand. We’ll do our best.”
Harlow took that as his cue to hang up, so he tapped the ‘end call’ button. Setting the phone down, he reached over and lightly gripped Foxx’s right hand where it was on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry you can’t save them.”
“I have…to try…”
“Fucking hell, Foxx, how?”
“I don’t know… I’ll try to talk to them or something… Just stand by…and be prepared to kill them if things get out of hand.”
Harlow sighed. “That sounds like a stupid strategy.”
Foxx staredout at the rows and rows of spotlights on the ground, as he listened to Iggy explain his…not so brilliant idea. To be honest, it was so blindingly bright on the other side of the line of lights, he couldn’t see a damn thing past them.
Foxx had to say, when he heard ‘gate of lights’, he had assumed they’d put up an actual gate and covered it with lights, not that they created an actual gate out of lights.
Whatever was going on with the vampires aside, Foxx would honestly go in the opposite direction too if he’d come across this shit. As it was, it had killed his eyesight twice already, as they had to drive past the ones in the city before this—coming and going.
“That is astupidfucking strategy,” Harlow growled, the man staring daggers at Iggy.
Foxx grimaced. “I…have to agree.”
“No! It’s perfect!” Iggy cried. “If each of us bleed a little, it will be enough to draw them all in!”
“Why in the hell would we want to draw eighty-five out of control vampires to one fucking place?!” Harlow snarled.
Iggy glared, not that the human looked that intimating…
