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Story: The Vampire's Soul

What?

He almost laughed. His teeth looked just like theirs. Only if he chose to show them his vampire incisors, would they see them. And yeah, that wasn’t happening.

Next minute, one of them lifted a bottle and began spraying them.

“The fuck man.” Mack lifted his arm against the watery substance and let his enhanced scent do its job.

Water.

It was just fucking water.

“Teeth.” The gun got closer.

“Oh, God.” Ella shuddered, and his wolf let out a growl.

He could show them his teeth—it wasn’t like vampires walked around with their fangs hanging out, but these idiots clearly didn’t have half a brain. After all, if they all walked around with big fangs, did they not think someone might have noticed in the past few thousand years?

No?

Fucking idiots.

Unfortunately for them, they weren’t dealing with a vampire. They were facing a vampire wolf hybrid. If his beast became any more upset, they’d be greeted by a black and gray wolf and one of the biggest jaws they’d ever see.

God it was tempting.

Mack held a hand up, wondering where the hell the guys were.Callan. Get the fuck out here.

You two need to talk.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Well, there are five of us now. One appears to have a spray bottle filled with what I can only imagine is fake fucking holy water. Oh, and shotguns.

What!

Finally, he had their attention.

“Teeth. Now.” Flannel Shirt Guy said.

Mack was getting pissed off. Most of the people on the sidewalk had rushed away, inside buildings and vehicles. If hehad to do a big clean-up job and kill a few humans, then he would. He had backup...when they got their asses outside.

“Ella, get in the car,” Mack said, reaching into his pocket and unlocking the car with the remote.

“Nope.” She squeezed tighter against him.

“We need to see her teeth.” Water Bottle Guy waved the plastic bottle at him.

“You need to step back. I’m losing my patience.” Mack growled, using all his strength to hold back his wolf.

“We’re the ones with the guns.” Flannel Shirt threatened.

And stupid water bottles.

Callan and Logan finally strode around the corner and, without missing a beat, walked up behind the humans and snapped their necks.

One.

Two.