A burst of fierce wind flew over him, coming from his right, coming from the man who had just appeared out of thin air. While it had brushed gently past him, as the wind swept outward, it knocked all those still standing to their knees—all except Harlow. Though the dhampir stumbled a few steps towards them, he stopped to grab at his head.
Plastering a smile on his face, Foxx slowly turned, looking up into the familiar warm golden-brown eyes. “Been awhile, Day.”
Daydric stared at the dimpled lopsided smile on his most chaotic adopted fledgling’s freckled face, and was not surprised in the least by the amount of dead bodies he felt around him.
His gaze flicked away from the vampire and he eyed the area. More so, he eyed the only thing he found slightly surprising. “Foxx, my dove, why am I here, and why is this young…dhampir looking as if he wants to attack me?”
As if he could,he thought with a scoff.
“It’s less about you, and more that he just wants to attack everyone…except me, that is.”
His gaze flicked to one of the nearby corpses, narrowing at the sight of a familiar badge he saw peeking out of the dismembered torso’s jacket. Tsking, he mused, “Has the council been overstepping again?”
“Well… You seeeee…”
He looked back at Foxx, at the man’s sheepish tone. Raising a brow in question at finding Foxx’s smile just as sheepish. And as his fledgling started talking…he knew why.
Daydric chuckled. “Foxx, you do love to squeeze yourself into tight places, don’t you?”
Ah, his chaotic dove did love to try to handle things on his own. Though Foxx was quite right, he would have killed the dhampir over dealing with the ignorant cretins that made up the council. It wasn't necessarily the moral option, but…what did he care about morals? People lived and died every day, in the grand scheme of the world. More often than not, one death meant nothing to him over the headache of having to deal with the council.
“Please,” Foxx whimpered, grabbing onto his sleeve as he looked up at him with his large tear-filled aquamarine-green eyes.
Manipulative little shit. But Foxx was adorable, and one of his favorites. Considering Daydric only had two favorites…that did place the man high on his list of people who he wanted to keep happy. Not to mention, this was more clean up than anything. Helping wouldn’t take much effort on his part…since the vampire had already solved the issue by using his violent partner, not to mention dropping Daydric’s own name as a threat.
Speaking of threats. His gaze flicked to the black-haired olive-skinned vampire that was kneeling some feet away. “You there.” Smiling, without much thought, he forced the vampire to his feet and walked him over.
Ignoring that the dhampir’s growls were increasing as the other vampire neared Foxx, he stared into the man’s fear-filled gaze, releasing just a bit of his hold over him. “Inform the council that if they ever threaten one of mine again, in the aftermath, I will feed whatever is left of their corpses to my rose bushes.” He tilted his head. “Understood?”
The black-haired vampire nodded.
His smile widened. “Good.” He eyed the others, all unmoving still and on their knees. His mere presence, the raw power left to permeate, was enough to keep them in place. Daydric pulled away from them, enough to free the dogs while maintaining his hold on the dhampir.
“Leave, all of you, and do not come back here.”
As the black-haired vampire fled with the rest, he plucked the memories of him taking control from his mind, replacing it with one of him choosing to comply.
Daydric frowned when distant sirens came, instead of the calm one would associate with the council’s dogs leaving.
“Ah, shit!” Foxx cursed, his eyes going from him to the dhampir he’d called Harlow. “I… Please… I love him, Daydric. And…he was gaining control, he was. He was listening to me…but then one of them attacked him. And Harlow is just too new to this. There are too many changes going on inside him still.”
He stared into his dove’s begging gaze, before turning to the dhampir. The bright blue glowing eyes told him all he needed to know…but the fact that Foxx had almost gained control over him…told him much, much more. Daydric blinked… A startled laugh slipped out as a long-forgotten memory came forward. Or perhaps it was more correct to call it a prophecy?
Turning back to Foxx, he pulled the man into a quick hug. Pressing a kiss to the glass above his forehead, he chuckled when the dhampir’s growls ramped up at his actions. “Quite possessive of you, isn’t he, dove? Even in such a state, he still doesn’t like others touching you.” Daydric tsked. “Do what you need to do to keep the human police away from me. Your dhampir will remain alive and intact.”
Foxx bit his lip, and after a moment of staring, he nodded and started down the road towards the sound of sirens.
Turning away, Daydric watched the dhampir track the vampire with his eyes, his snarls growing the further the man gotaway. Head tilting, he rubbed his chin while he traced Harlow’s features… He would say…the man was definitely Foxx’s type.
Foxx forcedhimself to walk away and not look back. Daydric said Harlow would be fine…so he would be…hopefully.
He had other things to worry about right now besides Harlow. Walking down the middle of the road, about a mile down, he pulled out his badge and plastered a smile on his face as he started to wave his arms, flagging down the approaching police cars.
They slowed as they neared, coming to a stop a bit away from him.
As a young-looking brown-haired human in the first car cautiously rolled down the window and motioned for him to approach, he walked over with his badge held out, as the last thing he needed was a bullet. “Hello there, officers,” Foxx said sweetly when he reached the window.
Smiling brightly at the two men, he made sure his dimples were flashing and everything. Sure, both his fangs would show, but…like dimples and freckles…were just a winning combination when it came to disarming people with his cuteness. “Bet you are wondering what I’m doing here.”
