Page 7 of Fangs & Freaks
I shove a hand over his mouth, pressing mine against his ear. “Shh, no more from you, thief. I can hear the heavy thrumming of your heart. With each beat, it’s pounding against your rib cage, begging to break free, already knowing it’s going to pump blood through your arteries and veins for the last time tonight. Well, unless I feel like carrying your torture out for days, takingpleasure in each minute of your cries to end it all. Because trust me, Homer, your begging will change from releasing you to killing you swiftly.” My phone vibrates in my pocket once again and I push away from Homer, pulling it from my pocket. “What!” I bark into it.
“Calm the fuck down, brother.” Warrick’s cold, stern voice filters through the line, calming the anger that had boiled within me at the disruption.
“You know I’m playing, and I hate to be disturbed until I’m done. It’s this or I go on another murderous rampage, exposing who we are,” I remind him. It took a lot for them to bring me back the last time I went off the rails in the mid-nineties while we were in Las Vegas. Thankfully, Tony Ray Amati was in the right place at the right time, and was easily blamed for my killings.
“We’ve got a new job, so finish it up and get up here. We need to work fast on this one.” The line goes dead and I slip my phone back in my pocket. There’s no use arguing or dilly-dallying. When Warrick speaks, I listen. Not because he’s my brother or my prez, but because I know he’d never disturb me if it wasn’t important.
I turn back to the man sitting in the chair, yellow liquid pooling beneath him, and I grimace. As much as I hate to let prospects into my inner sanctum, there’s no way I’m cleaning that up.
“Well, Homer, it seems this is your lucky day. I’ve been called away to another job that takes priority over you.” His face lights up at my words, a sense of calm taking over him as his heartbeat slows with the new information.
My hand moves with blinding speed, shattering his chest and grabbing his heart in a brutal, forceful grip. “But it’s not mine, since I don’t get to play any longer. Give the devil my best regards.” With my last word, I pull his heart from his chest,taking pleasure in watching it take its last beat in my grasp, before dropping it to the floor.
“Prospect,” I bark at the newly turned vamp. His blood pumps loyalty through and through. It’s why we turned him before the cancer had a chance to ravage his body. The doctors gave him false hope that he could beat it and live a long life. If only they knew his diagnosis had no happy outcome, but Warrick and I did. Call it a sixth sense, or simply years of being on this earth watching mortals succumb to the vile disease.
“Yes, Sir.” He rushes over, skidding to a halt before me.Sir, I like that. He’s quickly become my favorite of all the newbies. Maybe I’ll take him under my wing and guide him down the path of depravity, turning him into a mirror image of myself.
I gesture lazily to the chaos around us. “Clean up the room. Dispose of the trash. I don’t want to smell that filth lingering.”
His eyes flicker to the wreckage—splintered wood, shredded fabric, and the lifeless remains of the unfortunate soul who’d crossed us—and he nods without hesitation. “Yes, Sir. Right away.”
Good boy. I smirk as he moves with purpose.
I trudge up the stairs to find out what would dare cause Warrick to interrupt my fun time. He knows how much I need it to level out my raging bloodlust.
When I get to his door, I don’t even bother knocking. He interrupted my fun, so I can only hope to do the same to him. Hopefully, he’s cock deep inside some club bunny’s throat, her head bobbing up and down his thick, pierced shaft, tears streaming down her face from the grip he has on her head. Let’s see how he feels being barged in on just before he’s able to orgasm. My dark heart lights with glee at the thought. Both he and the whore will be left wanting for more, their bodies writhing in agony from not obtaining the release they so eagerly desired. Revenge is delicious, almost as tasty as blood. The onlyreason it doesn’t measure in higher comparison is due to its intangibility.
My bubble bursts when I step inside, only to find him alone behind his desk.This can’t be right.I drop to my knees, the impact sounding through the room as I make contact with the thin carpet. I press my body flat and peer underneath the small opening that separates the bottom of the desk from the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Warrick stands, leaning over his desk. I stand up from the floor and let my eyes slowly scan his body. He’s fucking dressed, jeans buttoned and zipped.
Fuck this shit! Why can’t I catch a break? Not only did he ruin my playtime, but I didn’t get to fuck with his.
“Doesn’t matter, since you weren’t getting your knob polished anyway.” I drop down in the chair, stretching my legs out wide as I cross my arms over my chest and pout. Yeah, I’m man enough to admit I’m acting like a fucking toddler, but I don’t give a shit. Warrick has me this close to running out that fucking door and starting a new killing spree. Let him worry about how to fucking cover it up.
Warrick throws his head backward, his chest shaking as a loud laugh rips from his mouth. I silently steam that he’s taking joy in my pain.
“What the fuck did you call me up here for? If it’s for this, then I’ll fucking kill you.” I don’t care that he’s my prez at this moment. Right now, he’s my enemy. I barely hold it together on a good day, and now he’s gone and fucked with that.
“Fine. We got a new mission. One I think you’ll like, and it’ll make up for interrupting you. Besides, you can go back and finish when we’re done.”
“Nope, can’t do that.” Warrick raises his eyebrow in confusion.
“And why’s that?”
“Fucking ripped his heart out of his chest. It’s not fun to go back and play once I’ve been interrupted. You know that about me. Don’t play dumb. Now tell me about this case and why you think I’ll like it.”
“I had a visit today from a woman?—”
“Whoop-de-fucking-do. Did she suck your cock?”
“Damn Blackwell, get your panties out your ass and chill the fuck out. When we’re done, you’ll have your fill of torture, but get yourself together.” He shakes his head at me before mumbling, “I’m working and living with fucking kids.”
“I’ll show you a kid.” I grip my cock as I thrust my hips upward.
“Fuck, can we get back on topic here? I had a visit. Seems this girl’s brother was kidnapped, and she wants our help to get him back.”
“Since when do we care about a kid who may have simply just ran away from home? Sounds like the girl may be stifling him.”
