“Johnson won’t mind at all, young man,” the older officer grumbled in an admonishing tone, apparently deciding that Foxx was a young kid who needed guidance.
The man took hold of his other arm, and beyond belief, he patted his arm gently in a ‘poor you’ type of way. “Fighting can wait. You have to take care of yourself first. I’m guessing your partner is older, right?”
“That’s right,” Foxx said in the saddest cheerful voice he’d ever made, as they walked him towards the other car.
“Then he is experienced enough that he can handle himself, human or not.” The man patted his arm again. “My name’s Grant, by the way.”
The ‘or not’ was definitely carrying in the sentence. “He’s experienced all right. Was…even a hunter before, well…you know.”
“Ah…one of those. Then, I’m sure he will be fine. You come with us, sit in the back of the cruiser and drink a bag, while you call your superiors. Surely it would be better to notify them before you head back? Then we can set that block up without worrying about our own superior’s questions too much.”
The window was down by the time they slow walked Foxx’s ass over there. “What’s going on?” a black-haired human officer asked.
“Seems the hunter here needs a little pick me up,” the vampire in the driver’s seat said with a smile. A smile that was slightly smug, obviously having heard everything.
“I thought I saw a badge,” the new human drawled.
Johnson suggested, “Why don’t you all head back and set up the road closure down near Elm Road, while filling in James? That way the hunter can stay here with me, to drink and call his superior comfortably.”
Officer Grant frowned and eyed Foxx. “I suppose it would be awkward to drink in front of all of us.”
“We should also probably get the road closed before anyone comes down it. We’ll need to separate to close off the other way, but most of the traffic comes from this direction anyway at this time of day,” Joey stated.
“Let’s go,” Grant grumbled. “Come on, James, you can ride in the back.” The human, for the first time, actually smiled at him, and tipped his hat, saying, “You take care now.”
Foxx nodded, waving as the other officers left, while Johnson got out to stand next to him. His smile dropped once the car was out of sight.
Foxx eyed the other vampire. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll ignore my lies, get in your car and drive the fuck off, keeping your mouth shut the whole way.”
Johnson’s head tilted. “Is that so? Tell me one reason why I should? Besides the threat of death? While you are older, you aren’t by much, if I’m not wrong.”
“One reason? I’ll give you three.” Foxx smiled. “Dhampir, council, and the risk of pissing off, if I’m not wrong about you being a Necromancer, the head of your Bloodline.”
The man paled, taking a step back. “D-Daydric ishere?”
“Here, and impatiently waiting for me to get back.”
“What if I don’t believe you?”
“Get in the car,” Foxx hissed.
When the man didn’t move, he shoved him towards the door and then inside. Quickly, he undid the top buttons on the opening flap of his sunsuit, and started unzipping it, to seemingly the officer’s growing horror.
“What are you doing?!” Johnson practically shrieked.
“I can’t show you Daydric, or the council’s dogs, as they have fled. But I can show you proof of a dhampir.”
Foxx opened his sunsuit and slipped one arm free. Tugging at the neckline of his sweater, he showed off the bite on his shoulder. “See, dhampir.”
The man eyed it, but Foxx slapped the guy’s hand away when he went to touch the mark. “You can look, not touch!”
“A real dhampir…”
“Satisfied?!”
The man slowly nodded.
“Good! Now, take your ass back to your partner and lie.” He hmphed and quickly fixed his sunsuit.
