H arlow watched Foxx as the man finished re-dressing, making sure the vampire didn’t suddenly start freaking out.

How had so little blood caused such an extreme reaction? Well, it hadn’t been extreme, he supposed. It was weird, and while it was likely that a high Foxx would have put a whole new spin on the word trouble, if he’d had the time, what had actually happened had been rather tame.

Yeah, no, Harlow would just be grateful that all it had amounted to was five minutes of giggling at ceiling lights. Because inside the house of a man you planned to murder, and had already been torturing, was really not the place, nor the time, for either of them to get high. Speaking of…

“Ready to see who was right?” Harlow drawled.

Looking back at him with a beaming smile, Foxx waved him forward. “I’m ready to be right! Lead the way!”

Harlow could have pointed out that the whole being high thing—along with the time Foxx had spent cleaning up—had likely skewed the results, but wisely decided that since he’d been the one to accidentally drug his boyfriend, he was not going to bring it up.

Walking down the hall they’d just fucked in front of, Harlow followed the blood trail back into an unlit kitchen, and then right to the back door.

There were streaks of blood in various stages of drying halfway up to the door knob, and collapsed underneath said door was Braxton.

“I was right!” Foxx skipped past him, towards the human who whimpered pathetically.

Harlow chuckled. “Yeah, you were right.”

“I was!” The man giggled, before eyeing Braxton, his smile twisting evilly. “Now…let’s continue, shall we?”

Foxx bent down and grabbed onto the man’s broken ankle, and started dragging him back the way they just came.

The second the vampire touched the human, Braxton started to scream and flail, begging for the first time in hours. “PLEASE! PLEASEEE!”

Let the fun begin again , he thought with a smirk.

Harlow watched as Foxx pulled the struggling human past him, following to ‘help’ when the vampire left the room.

Gavin stared with disgust at the two men as they hopped back over the fence, the pleased grins on their faces pissing him off further. “Really?! Like, REALLY?! What is wrong with you two?!”

So very wrong… Just twisted, fucked up shit. Gavin had done, and had heard the people he worked with do, some just criminally insane, psychopathic, fucked up, torturous bullshit, yet it had never once, before fucking now, crossed into something sexual.

Harlow smirked and shrugged. “The mood struck.”

“Well, I hope you two are happy, because I am now traumatized .”

Foxx giggled. “I’d feel bad if I hadn’t had so much fun.”

“Both of you suck.” Gavin snapped his fingers, sending out a spark, and within seconds the house blew. Growling, he hissed, “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I need to find something sharp to stab my eardrums with!”

Maybe he’d just drink some bleach? It was sure to fry something !

Harlow snorted. “Plenty of shit you could have used in the car. Besides, we aren’t going back to the hotel yet, we have one more person to kill.”

“Who?!” he cried.

“Just a certain judge who illegally stopped the case from going forward. Don’t worry, it shouldn’t take long! The judge is local!” the vampire chimed.

He glared as they both jumped into the Jeep.

“You say that, but I’ve literally been stuck out here for five fucking hours!”

Foxx rolled his window down. “You coming?”

In frustration, Gavin let out a small burst of fire from his mouth, and…got in the stupid fucking car.