“It’s private,” he grunted out gruffly.
A moue of distaste took over my sour puss. “Then I would say this sounds like a private matter to be handled at your discretion, on your own time.”
Rez made a noise in his throat. Something in his eyes caught me, before his gaze darted away.
The idea of telling him no flat out when it looked like the Berserker needed my aid pricked at me. This was beyond helping a friend out. This was… something more. “I’ll think about it,” was all I’d say. My gaze drifted to the Vamp’s folder. My free hand slid over it, then slid it out of the way. Taking my time to rifle through my file drawer, clearing my throat loudly as I took out a fresh sheet of paper and began to scribble a few things down, I glanced at Rez and raised a single dark brow.
Trying to hide his twitching lips, he stood at the corner of my desk, blocking the Ogre acting like he wasn’t watching us’ view. Slipping the papers inside the folder, I slowly pressed the tip of my finger on the file, pushing it across until Rez could grab it up. Tapping the top, I gave him a warning look. “I’m sorry, Rez, but I just don’t think I can get involved in Dhamphir business. You know how it is.”
“I understand,” Rez grunted out, picking the file folder up and slipping it into his leather jacket to zip his jacket closed.
Nodding, I grabbed up this Greniv’s file. A Jolly Green… Oh, the possibilities.
“The note on that one,” Rez pointed out, jerking his chin at a smattering of bright red ink.
My face pulled into a disappointed moue. I was afraid it would say that. “It always goes this way with the green ones,” I mutter-mumbled under my breath. No matter. I had a stack full of files waiting for me. What was one incompatible with Humans amongst the growing list I’d already procured?
It sure would have been nice to finish off the set, though… Ah, no matter. And if Gren’s case kept nagging at me, Gnomes tended to be drawn to plant magicked others. I could always seek one of them out for an assist. I had a few on the line as it were.
Last but not least in this epic Epilogue...
The trunk popped open, the flaming eyed male that stunk of sulfur, his eyes glowing bright, leaned over the trussed up blood sucker glaring up at him.
Rez couldn’t help but grin at the dirty drawers stuffed into the defanged Vamp’s mouth. He had the Troll’s sire to be thanking for the idea, though he wanted to cringe just thinking about his own personal experience with it.
“How’s it going with that one over there?” Rez called at some as of yet noted entity the Deado couldn’t see.
The Vamp snarled and began spouting off curses over his gag.
A shot of fire crackled as it arched through the air behind Rez.
“Almost got her ready, cos!” a deep, booming voice thundered out.
There was a shriek that rent the air, a sound of pure misery, followed by a loud hiss and another shot of fire. Rez could feel the heat of it at his back from all the way over here. The Vamp stilled.
That shrill noise erupted again, like death itself was knocking at your door. The Hellhound and the Vamp both paused, winced.
“How’s the leech?” someone called.
“Fresh. He’s ready when you are!” the hound standing over him called. Cocking his head, he watched as the Vamp’s bravado left him and the living corpse started to press himself into the trunk, like that would somehow save him.
“Ready!” someone shouted, but then the loudest shriek yet let loose. Shaking his head as if to dispel the sound, Rez pulled out ear plugs and stuffed them into his ears.
“Hope you’re fire retardant,” Rez muttered under his breath. The Vamp heard him, all the same. “Come on, Vampy pants. Got somebody for you to meet.” Hefting the puny male up, he grinned as the Vampire caught sight of his future bride to be.
With a squeak of a noise, the Vamp started to struggle, but it mattered not.
Rez smirked, then snorted out a laugh. “Know what happens when a Hellhound and something Hellish make a baby?” he whispered tauntingly into the Vampire’s ear. “You’re familiar with the tales of Banshees, aren’t you?”
“Nu-nu-nu!” it sounded like the Deado was saying, shaking his head wildly, but Rez wasn’t paying much attention.
“Oh, come now, time to meet your destiny!” Rez called out happily, with a grin the devil himself couldn’t outdo. “Your future bride awaits her groom!”
A shriek like scream, muffled by the gag, left the Vampire. He was trembling from head to toe.
As if it was her male’s siren call to her, the Banshee answered.
On, Rez dragged the Vamp as he squirmed, then the large male suddenly began whistling the tune to his favorite show. The Vampire gaped up at the Hellhound. He was humming about a sitcom as he toted him to death’s door?! They were all crazy!!
