She blinked again, and her mouth opened.
Eeeeee-eee.
I flinched at the god-awful screech.
The foot-tall demonized doll squeezed out of her hiding spot, jumping on two stiff legs to the ground in front of me. The dolly swayed back and forth. She wore a dark maroon dress that appeared to be in the 1950’s style of a homemaker, and her dirt crusted feet were bare. Her black, glass eyes simply stared up at me from her cracked face while she occasionally blinked with her plastic lashes.
Another damn way to spy.
I glared. “You are not coming with me.”
Eeeeee-eee.
I flinched again and wanted to cover my ears.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ, stop doing that!” I shoved my knife back into its sheath and pointed a sharp finger at that hellish face. “Master Niallan, this is completely unacceptable—and creepy as hell. Stop the parlor tricks.”
The broken toy didn’t move. Itstared.
A shiver worked up my spine. “You are one twisted motherfucker.” I ground my teeth together. “This shit is done.”
I lunged at the doll. My left shoulder rammed into the table and the vase tipped over, crashing to the floor in a shatter of glass. I twisted to keep from landing on my face, but my hands were empty. Fucking hell!
With vampire speed, I pulled my gun out and fired off two quick shots in rapid succession. Right and left. I followed the doll’s blurring movements and fired off two more rounds.
My finger hovered over the trigger.
The hellish doll squatted right in front of me.
I blinked in confusion. “What are you doing?”
A thin stream of water splattered the tile underneath her. Her black eyes blinked and watched me.
Eeeeee-eee.
“Oh my god. You’re one of those potty dolls.” My face crinkled in horror. “Is that really piss?”
She straightened.
Yellow peepooled around her feet.
“Master Niallan, this is a new low.” I aimed point blank at the doll. “Say good-bye, asshole.”
I wasted an entire clip on it. Anentireclip.
I lowered my weapon and bared my fangs. The bitch was powered by Master Niallan’s power—including his vampire power which was much older than mine.
And it was even worse than that.
I’d been bested by a children’s toy.
I swiftly glanced down the empty hallway, looking both ways, and hurried to put my weapon away.
I wasnevergoing to tell anyone about this.
I side-stepped the shattered vase and spilled white flowers, and my feet moved at a fast charge away from the scene of the “crime.” The demented doll followed after me on stiff legs, teetering back and forth like she had a large stick up her ass. I hissed over my shoulder, “Master Niallan, if you make her piss on my boots,Iwill piss on your favorite shoes. Don’t mess with my footwear.”
Eeeeee-eee.
