“I am!”
“Did you really think he’d just let me slip away?” Foxx asked, his smile widening. While his eyes never left them, he carefully felt around behind him. Moving slowly so they wouldn’t notice, Foxx latched onto the door handle.
The next hit came as expected, and as the vehicle lifted precariously up onto two wheels, Foxx viciously said, “Sorry, my boyfriend doesn’t like people touching his things,” right before the van flipped.
Uncontrolled laughter burst from him while the men around him screamed. The loose belts they had on did little to prevent them from slamming into the walls as the van rolled, over and over again. Broken glass flying all around them, the sound of metal screeching as it bent and crunched mixed so nicely, in his opinion, with the shouts of the vampires and his twisted laughter.
When the vehicle finally came to a stop on the side that Foxx was clinging to, he slowly released his hold on the door handle. The windows were completely smashed, with broken glass everywhere. The van was doing a great imitation of a partly crushed can.
“That wasn’t that bad,” he said with a breathless chuckle. “Nothing compared to tornado-ing around, that’s for sure!Thanks for not buckling me in, by the way. Glad I didn’t have to deal with yo-yoing against the van walls as it flipped.”
The men next to him groaned in pain. The black-haired and blonde-haired vampires, on the other hand, were dangling above him, barely held up by their belts. The black-haired man looked dazed, and his face was cut up. Based on the marks on the vampire’s cracked face shield, it was probably due to him slamming into it. The man’s right arm was also dangling in a way that Foxx assumed meant it was broken.
Glaring at the blood dripping from the man as it continued to fall down onto his pretty yellow sunsuit, he huffed, “You just had to kidnap me when I was wearing my new sunsuit, didn’t you? Couldn’t have taken me after a hunt or something, when I’d already be filthy?!”
The dangling blonde-haired vampire groaned, her eyes fluttering open. Blood coated the left side of her face, falling freely through the woman’s shattered face shield. Her gaze narrowing down on him, the vampire stared at Foxx like he was insane. “Are you stupid or something?”
“No…” he said with a smile, at the sound of something landing on top of the toppled van. That smile widened when claws punctured through the door, right next to the blonde vampire. “But you are.”
Metal screeched painfully as the door was ripped away. Crouched at the opening was Harlow, his eyes glowing bright blue.
“Harlow!” Foxx said with a giggle, only to wince at a painful burning sensation near his temple followed by blood starting to trickle down the right side of his face.
The dhampir’s pupils seemed to dilate at the sight of it. Frozen in the man’s stare, Foxx didn’t say a word. Suddenly snarling, Harlow’s gaze broke away from him as the dhampir reached in and dragged the now screaming blonde woman out.The seat belt snapped with one hard yank, as both of them disappeared outside.
The screaming was cut off moments later. He glanced over at one vampire, and then the other, as those beside him freed themselves and leapt out of the van. What followed was a few loud screams, and then once again, silence.
“Ohh, I hope you brought more people than that, because…” He started to tsk, but stopped on a laugh when more screams started. “Oh, you did! Good. He can have some more fun then.”
The black-haired man shook his head, grabbing at his temple with his non-broken arm, before the man released his seatbelt. Dropping down with a pain-filled grunt inches from him, the vampire sat back with a grimace. His right arm was looking very limp still, which just sort of confirmed his first assessment of it being broken.
Angry eyes turned Foxx’s way, and Mr. Banged Up and Preppy demanded stiffly, “Call him off.”
Foxx tilted his head, ignoring how blood started to trickle in the other direction. “Why should I? You are planning to kill me, and likely want to kill us both. Why should I care what he does to you all?”
“Are you even sane?!” the man snarled. “Do you realize the trouble you’re in, the trouble you’ll be in if you let this?—”
“YOU WERE THE ONES WHO TOOK ME!” Foxx roared. “You came for me! Don’t tell me what TROUBLE I’m in!” he hissed, before taking a deep breath and smiling. “The audacity of vampires demanding the right to live, to not be slaughtered by humans just for existing, while, at the same time, wanting the right to SLAUGHTER a species for the same reasons the humans were.”
“They aren’t the same!”
“Oh, they aren’t?” Foxx laughed, his smile widening at the sound of more screams, gunfire, and death…
“CALL HIM OFF!”
“Mmm…” Foxx pretended to think about it, before saying with a laugh, “No, I don’t think I will. Have fun dying.”
“You…” the man rasped, sounding baffled.
“You asked me a question earlier… You asked if I was sane. Honestly, it’s interesting that you’d ask that. Because the council decided all dhampirs aren’t, or at least, they decided that the risk that they won’t be sane was too great… Thus, they must be put down. Yet, I’ve seen proof that vampires are no saner than dhampirs are. Every bloody day, hunters see proof of that. Am I sane, you asked?!” Foxx giggled. “No, I’m not. And neither is he, but that’s how I like him.”
He let out a shuddered gasp, his cock perking up at the sounds of the unleashed violence going on outside of the van. Licking his lips, he tilted his head the other way, staring up at the black-haired man.
“You know…I’m thinking, you’d look much better without your head.” His last words came out as a growl.
The vampire swallowed hard. “Call him off…and I’ll get the council to reconsider.”
He scoffed. “What authority do you even have to do that?”
