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H arlow’s smirk widened when he heard Foxx’s awful singing on reaching the landing for the third floor. He let out an impressed whistle as he took in the discarded door. His gaze trailed past it, into the opening and over the destruction left in the wake of his boyfriend and their new witch ‘friend’.

Bodies in lab coats, and others that were clearly guards, littered the hallway. The blood that was smeared, speckled, and puddling stood out starkly on the white floors and walls. Foxx’s once nice new outfit was stained. The yellow of his sweater now covered in red splotches, the star on his overalls had a bloody handprint on it. More blood was being added as the man tore through the humans at the end of the hall as they fled.

The witch looked relatively clean, despite the carnage, and had apparently stolen a gun or two from the people they’d taken down.

Harlow had to say, the sound of gunfire underneath the loud music paired interestingly with the vampire’s singing.

“Hell, he sounds horrible,” Gavin rasped.

He glared over at the man.

“What?! He does!”

“I know that, but you aren’t allowed to say it,” Harlow snapped.

“I don’t want your man!”

What did that have to do with Foxx’s singing? Whatever… “Don’t use fire.”

The dragon sputtered, “I’m banned from fire because I insulted your boyfriend?! ”

He scoffed. “No, I’d just prefer that you not blow us up.”

Gavin blinked, glanced down the hallway, likely at the people in lab coats. “Ah, right, lab… Claws out!”

The man smiled and held his hands up. Scales grew on them in a flash, before morphing slightly, as his nails turned into reptilian claws.

Rolling his eyes, he pulled out his Desert Eagles from his chest holster and took off through the broken doorway. Jumping over corpses as he went, he hurried past Foxx, Mari, and the group they were fighting, down the hall, chasing after the eleven people he heard fleeing.

Harlow knew the hallway went around, and eventually led to the other stairwell. As soon as people were in sight, he started firing, but after the fourth body dropped, he stopped. Harlow had to say it wasn’t exactly thrilling putting a bullet through the back of someone’s head…

Harlow slowed to a standstill as the group reached the end of the hall. A few desperately yanked at the door of the other stairwell, another tried the elevator there, while the remaining stared at him in horror.

Gavin moved past him then. Claws still out, the man let out a roar that one would expect a dragon to make, before he was on them.

Harlow holstered his guns as he watched Gavin tear three people in half, his gaze lazily trailing from the corpses to the one man whose body seemed to refuse to recognize his death. The human screamed while he desperately tried to gather his intestines back into his body and pull his halves together.

If he held back, would it still be fun? Holding back seemed to come more naturally to him after those hellish hours at putt-putt, and he hadn’t accidentally broken anything in a while… Okay, it had been like a week. Which was better than before, where he had been breaking things every other day.

But killing humans had become like killing a fly, and it was a bit harder to hold back without consciously thinking about it when fighting, but Foxx still had fun, right? And the vampire was holding back too, he had to be, or the destruction would be worse, since they were close to the same strength .

Harlow’s gaze flicked to the remaining cowering humans—one tall and the other short and boxy—while Gavin took down another person. Nails lengthened slightly, he went for the tall man. Striking out, Harlow clocked him in the face, holding back as he did.

There was a crunch and a burst of blood when his fist connected, but the human didn’t go down. He struck out again while he dodged the man’s pathetic attempt to hit back, which likely would have just broken the human’s hand if it had connected. It wasn’t as bad as shooting a running target, but it definitely had none of the adrenaline spikes that came with hitting an opponent he knew could kill him if he wasn’t careful. Then again, Harlow supposed, even before the change he usually only found that when fighting paranormals anyway.

He sighed—oh, well. Sidestepping while the human swung at him again, Harlow brought his clawed left hand forward when the man stumbled past him. Turning around, he stared blankly.

Not realizing it was already too late, the human took a step back as he eyed him. Harlow did nothing more, while the guy looked at him in fear and confusion, which quickly turned to horror when blood began to spray from his neck. Harlow smirked as it coated his face. The guy gurgled once and grabbed at his severed throat before dropping.

“Boring, ain’t it?” Gavin asked, the dragon annoyingly grabbing onto his left arm.

“It's definitely lost a bit of spark. Get off.” He glared down at him, shaking his arm with effort before sighing. “You never needed saving that night, did you?”

Not that he hadn’t already realized that Gavin had likely been able to take care of the problem himself. Child or not, even at that age the dragon could use his claws.

“Yeah, but I would have had a hell of a time dealing with the corpse.”

“Get off,” Harlow growled again. “Couldn’t you idolize Tony or something? He was there too!”

“Yeah, but he didn’t cruelly, brutally, and coolly murder someone with a bat in front of my child eyes, sooo…”

He scoffed, “So fucking stupid.”

“HARLOW, GAVIN! COME ON!!! WE’RE GOING UP!!” Foxx bellowed from somewhere else on the floor.

Jerking his arm free, Harlow hurried away from the clingy man before he could grab on again.