“Maybe,” Foxx hummed and finally moved past the spoons.
Harlow looked around as he followed. It was pretty busy and loud. Not comfortable, for sure, but the noise and the people hadn’t brought on a headache like it had the last time he was out in public, so Harlow was definitely improving when it came to dealing with his enhanced senses.
While Foxx moved to a stall filled with small wooden carvings, Harlow’s eyes were drawn to the one directly beside it. Nearing, he eyed the tabled filled with knives and swords, the handles carved in various designs. As unique and well carved as the hilts were… “Can’t imagine these would be well balanced, or comfortable to hold.”
Harlow glanced over when Foxx remained silent, his eyes widening on not finding him there. “Foxx…?”
He spun, glancing around, not seeing even a hint of the yellow Care Bear.
“Foxx?!” he called out again. Harlow took a deep breath, intending to try to catch Foxx’s scent…and while he did…he also caught the scents of others.
“Vampires,” he ground out between clenched teeth. With an angry growl, Harlow took off.
With scriptured chains around his ankles, and binding his hands behind his back, Foxx was pretty proud of himself for not freaking out. Then again, the men who had grabbed him weren’t priests, so…he supposed that lack of trigger being present was helpful.
Foxx was actually kind of baffled at how easily he had been kidnapped. But then…they were older…and definitely not a bunch of Alastairs.
That being said, he was judging them all the same. Like the fact that they hadn’t even attempted to fight Harlow… Not to mention their choice of a white van. Just a bit too cliché for him. At least there were belted bench seats on both sides, instead of a big fat nothing in the back…
Not that they had been nice enough to buckle Foxx in. Though, they didn’t seem that well buckled in themselves, the belts around their waists looking pretty loose and pointless. On another note, the bench seat he was sitting on must have the ability to fold up, as anytime he bumped backwards, due to thevan rocking over bumps on the road, he felt what he thought was a door handle.
He glared at the man on the bench seat sitting directly across from him. Tall, muscular—though that could be used to describe all the vampires in back—the black-haired man across from him had sharp features, olive skin, and was kind of asshole-ish looking. Like those preppy annoying jocks you always see in teen movies.
Mr. Preppy happened to have on a sunsuit that was boring as all hell. They all did. Mostly as what they were wearing wasn’t even technically considered a sunsuit.
They were all wearing full head-covering sun shields with cowl necks. Which, in his opinion, was a half ass way of protecting oneself from the sun. The collar of it was tucked into their seemingly matching V-neck jumpers, and while each was wearing a different color, they were all plain. On top, they wore black suit jackets. As for the rest of their protection…they had brown leather gloves, black trousers, and black boots.
Boring…all boring and non-committal.
There were four vampires in total in the back. A redhead to his right, a brunette to his left, and besides the snotty looking black-haired man across from him—who he assumed was in command…based on the fact he’d been the one giving all the orders—there was also a blonde female vampire to the right of the black-haired man, seated next to the door. Said blonde was staring at him in what could only be disgust.
Foxx couldn’t see up front as there was a divide with only a small window one could look through from the back, and he was at the wrong angle, but he could tell there were two more vampires on the other side, due to their heartbeats. He wasn’t sure if there were more than what was in the van, as the ones in the back were all that had been needed to grab him. But everysingle vampire in the vehicle, at least in the back, was older and more powerful than him…
Foxx sat there just staring for a moment before clenching his jaw and biting through the leather gag in his mouth.
Spitting out the leather, he snorted in disgust. “Bunch of cowards, are you? Or was there another reason you didn’t want my partner to notice you?”
The black-haired man stiffened. “You, still your words before you make matters worse! You know as well as I do that nothing you say will change the matters at hand. Foxx Honeywell, you have broken council law. Hidden what you shouldn’t, helped who you shouldn’t, and for that, you will face conseq?—”
“Blah blah blah blah,” he mocked. “Like, do you think before you speak? At all? If you are planning to kill me, what incentive do I have to shut up? Seriously, do you really think I give a single fuck about what you have to say? Contrary to what you might believe, no one, and I mean no one, will make me shut up when I don’t want to. Certainly not some goody-two shoes who probably can’t even take a piss without the council’s approval.”
“I guess the rumors about him being mouthy were true,” the blonde-haired vampire sneered. “Though, they failed to mention his lack of style.”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh gee, whatever will I do with myself now that I know you, someone with a style duller than a bloody butter knife, hates my clothes?”
The blonde’s eyes were angry, and her mouth opened no doubt to retort, but at that moment, something slammed into the side of the van. The vampires jerked against the seat belts as the vehicle swerved, a huge dent appearing in the side of the van, right next to the leader.
“What the fuck was that?!” Mr. Preppy snapped as the driver tried to regain control. The other’s eyeing the dent.
Foxx, honestly, couldn’t help but smile at their confusion. “Did you really think he wouldn’t notice I was gone? That he wouldn’t come for me?”
“Shut up!” the black-haired vampire growled.
The van swerved again, the sound of metal crunching louder this time, as the door to the boot caved in.
“He’s running after the car!” one of the men from up front yelled.
“Drive faster!”
