“How can I not be?! I’ve been trying to get you to see someone since the beginning of their profession!” Alastair laughed. “Harlow Blackmore, you know, maybe you aren’t that bad. I mean, I still don’t like you, but…you definitely pulled off a miracle.” The man stood and picked up his puppy, who hadsettled in the middle of the floor after having found a sock to chew on. “Well, you two have fun killing…and at your festival. I’ll get out of your way.”
Foxx had to say, he was happy to be back living it up as a passenger princess. Harlow was driving again, as the man was well past the point of muscle spasms, and he hadn’t had any weird flashbacks since the one at laser tag.
Foxx fiddled with the face shield of his sunsuit, leaving his hood down for now. He figured that driving into a crowd of vampire hating humans in a full sunsuit would have the opposite effect of calming the crowd.
Ugh…he glanced down with a pout, eyeing the front of his sunsuit. Foxx really should have picked a different one to wear… This one was new…and pretty. It was…just so bright and yellow, with cute embroidered daisies on it. The belly pocket was green and in the shape of a leaf. With white frilly gloves and white boots, the sunsuit even had cute little green leaf-shaped buttons along the chest flaps that hid the zipper. Not to mention, the inner part of the bear’s ears were daisies!
It was… It was going to be completely ruined by the end of this hunt. Beyond the blood, bodily fluids were just such a painto remove. And some smells never came out… Maybe he could take it off when they got inside?
He glared out at the sun. It justhadto be daylight. Foxx really should start holding on to his ruined ones. He could just wash them in pure bleach, clean them as best he could, and reuse them. As long as they weren’t torn or anything, they’d still work!
Could they possibly end up looking like nightmare induced fever dreams? Yes! But who cared?! The people seeing them were going to die anyway! Who the fuck would they tell?!
“What are you pouting about?” Harlow asked slowly.
Foxx whined. “I’m not pouting!”
Harlow chuckled. “I see…”
“I should have worn something else… It’s… It’s…just going to get ruined…”
The dhampir eyed him. “New sunsuit?”
“Yes…” He popped his bottom lip out, as why the hell shouldn’t he be pouting?
“I imagine that is a color that blood would stain easily.”
Foxx let out another whine. “It’s so cute.”
“Just rebuy it.”
“Wasteful…” He sighed. “How big do you think the mob is?”
“I have no clue. But I can’t think of any other time where Charity has exaggerated, so her calling it a mob probably means there are enough of them to be a pain in the ass.”
Foxx groaned. “I thought we’d be able to avoid all ‘this’…at least until the next incident occurred.”
“The problem is, those who were just waiting for an excuse will take any new incident, small or large, as a reason to act out. And really…these aren’t the people who we have to worry about. They were always going to act up, whether it was due to Maverick’s fuckery, or some other bullshit. The time we’ll really have to start worrying is when the ones who are indifferent,or those who have supposedly always been on the side of paranormals, turn against us.”
“So, it's likely the mob is just the same crew who will no doubt be protesting once those trials start up for the priests.”
“Pretty much.”
They turned a corner, and the flashes of police lights in the distance was their first clue that they were where they were supposed to be. The second was…the horde of people standing between them and the police barricade… A crowd so thick they couldn’t even see the cars…and some people had…legit fucking fire torches…
At least…he didn’t see any damn pitchforks…yet… “Bloody hell… Well…” He squinted. “That answers my question about how big the mob is.”
As if seeing it was enough for his mind to focus on the noise in the distance, what the crowd was saying, or rather chanting, came in quite clear.
“DEATH TO VAMPIRES! KILL THE MONSTERS!” the voices sang out. “EXORCIZE THE DEMONS! DEATH TO NON-HUMANS!”
“Wow…I haven’t heard any of those lovely hatred-fueled phrases in a while,” Foxx drawled snidely. “How are we going to get past them?”
“Looks like we won’t have to figure that out,” Harlow mused as they drove closer, and the mob finally noticed them.
Foxx wrinkled his nose, while the humans descended on them and surrounded the SUV. At the same time…in the distance, he heard what Harlow was referring to with his comment. Someone was pushing through the crowd. From the growls he heard, it was likely the werewolves…and…if he were to guess…someone with a megaphone.
“BACK UP! BACK UP!” the man they couldn’t yet see due to the crowd screamed. It did nothing to the people closest, as they kept up their angry shouts.
