12. The Right Limb

H arlow held Micah's head back, hand clamped on his jaw to keep it open, while Foxx slowly trickled drops of blood into his mouth.

"So…how long will it take—" Harlow was cut off when Micah jerked in his hold, the man's eyes opening on a dry gasp. "Not long, apparently," he snorted.

"Yeah, that's pretty much how all of my kind reacts on waking up from massive blood loss," Foxx drawled, sounding bored as he quickly went over to set the open blood bag in the sink, before returning to his previous position in front of Micah.

Micah stared blankly for a moment at Harlow, before his daze cleared and his eyes widened, the man letting out a barely audible scream.

Releasing his hold on the vampire's hair and jaw, he wiped his hands on his pants. The man had not…felt clean.

Huh…guess Foxx was right , he thought, as Micah jerked uselessly in the chair.

The vampire was too low on blood to even manage breaking through duct tape. Though, Foxx was also right in that duct tape could be a bitch to break, especially with how much they'd used.

"Monster! MONSTER! HELP!" Micah screamed hoarsely.

Harlow grimaced as the vampire's words echoed in his head, seeming to set off an instant headache. How was Micah being this loud? He'd just fucking woke up?! Shouldn't the bastard have been slurring and fumbling like Foxx had been? They hadn't given him THAT much blood.

Moving from behind the chair to Foxx's side, Harlow rolled his eyes as the man continued to scream.

Standing there just staring while the vampire struggled… Harlow… really wanted to hit him. Micah was…as lanky and unimpressive as the last time he'd seen him. Not to mention, just as pale. With mousy brown hair, the man's features were forgettable. Honestly, the only thing one would probably remember on meeting him was his startling bright green eyes. Well, that and his missing lower leg. Which it was currently missing, as they'd left the man's prosthetic behind to burn with the house.

Harlow supposed…face wise, Micah was somewhat generically handsome…to someone. But nothing stood out. So really, it was the perfect face for a criminal to have.

And he…really wanted to fucking punch him right in the face. But not for the monster comments. Harlow glared at the jagged bite wound on the right side of Micah's neck. The vampire being so low on blood meant it pretty much hadn't healed at all.

Couldn't he have at least tore his head off while he'd been at it?! Literally, he had ripped all the other people to shreds, but MICAH, he had fucking bit instead. Despite trying to suppress it, Harlow…gagged.

Foxx glanced at him with a frown, and snorted on probably realizing what had made him gag.

"MONSTER!" Micah roared.

"There's really no point in screaming, no one will hear you," Harlow growled with a wince, just barely holding back the urge to cover his ears.

Foxx scoffed. "I find it ironic that he's calling you a monster."

The other vampire finally looked to Foxx. "We are the same kind! Why are you helping him?!"

Without hesitation, Foxx socked the man in the stomach. As Micah tried to double over, stopped by the duct tape, his boyfriend snarled, fangs flashing. " I am NOTHING like you . We aren't the same anything, let alone ‘kind'. And you know why, Micah? It's because you are a disgusting piece of filth. Each breath you exhale pollutes the world around you. You aren't even worthy enough for me to piss on." Foxx hmphed and wiped his hand off on his pants, as if just touching Micah had dirtied him. "Now, answer this, and you better not lie; how many followers did you have with you in that house?"

Micah, coughing from the hit, croaked, "W-what?"

"Why do bad guys always say ‘what' after being asked a question?!" the vampire asked, sounding baffled. "Did I not just ask in clear English? A language I know this guy understands!"

"Maybe the punch scrambled his brains?"

"I hit him in the stomach." Foxx's nose wrinkled. "Whatever, I guess I'll repeat myself! How many brainwashed idiots did you have with you in that house?!"

Micah's eyes narrowed. Apparently, the man was done screaming about ‘monsters'. "Why should I tell you anything?"

"Because if you don't, you'll be missing more than that leg."

The vampire laughed, and then sneered. "Do you think that scares me? Do you think you scare me?" Micah's gaze slipped to him before it moved back to Foxx.

Ah, the man did not see Foxx as a threat, which... Well, he'd learn soon enough.

"I took his leg before and got nothing, Foxx. There's no point talking just yet." Harlow hummed as he lazily pulled out one of the other chairs, flipped it around, and sat backwards, resting his arms on the back.

Foxx giggled. "I suppose you're right, old man." An innocent looking smile slipped onto his brat's face, his hands folding behind his back. The vampire swaying happily as he took a step back, Foxx sang, "Micah, I'm afraid you're scared of the wrong person. Because unlike him, I actually get off on torturing people. I also have a particular distaste for pedophiles, so…mmmm, let's see, what should I do?"

The man spun around and started to dig through his brightly colored duffle bag that was on the floor. At the same time, Micah snapped, "I am not a pedophile! I just refuse to follow the new rules being set by society. Rules, mind you, that are not even a hundred years old!"

Not looking back, Foxx scoffed. "You're only a few hundred years older than me, dipshit. Do you honestly think I don't know how the world used to be? How, in some places, it still is? Just because it was once acceptable, doesn't mean it was ever right. Children, Micah…you go after children."

The vampire was doing something in his bag. He couldn't see what.

"Wo—"

Foxx cut him off. "Harlow, shoot him if he dares to refer to children as adults. I really don't care about whatever the fuck he has to say, besides him telling me what I want to know."

Micah's gaze flicked to Harlow.

"Will do," Harlow drawled with a smirk.

As he met Micah's gaze, he reached into his jacket and pulled one of his back-up guns from the holster. His back-ups were still Desert Eagles, but an older version of what he'd been using recently. Harlow clicked the safety off, and the duct taped vampire flinched at the sound.

He'd actually used the guns he was currently holding for years before upgrading. Though…thinking of his lost weapons… "Foxx, after he answers, get him to tell you where they tossed my shit."

"Will do," Foxx chimed happily as he straightened from his crouched position. In his hand was something Harlow hadn't seen in a long while…a baby blue and pink water gun.

Brows rising in question, he remained quiet while Foxx spun and showed Micah what he had.

Micah chuckled. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am. Harlow, could you do me a favor by opening his pants," Foxx drawled, before adding, "All the way… Not that I want to see, but I feel this is the fastest way we can get him to talk."

"His pants?" Harlow said slowly before snickering. "Oh, Foxx, your mind really is twisted."

"Thank you." Foxx giggled.

Micah looked confused. Then again, he didn't know what was inside said water gun, but he was about to find out.

Setting his gun on the table, he slid off his chair and did as Foxx asked. Micah struggled at first, but froze when he pulled out a knife. It was easy as fuck after that.

Nose wrinkling at the sight of the man's limp dick, he mused, "Don't have much going on there, do you?"

The vampire hissed. "Am I expected to impress in such a situation?!"

Foxx dug in with an insult of his own. "I doubt you ‘impress' in any situation."

Harlow returned to his seat, grabbing his gun once again as he went back to watching.

Face twisted with rage, Micah blustered, but ultimately he said nothing. Foxx tsked, eyeing the man's cock. Size didn't matter, but Micah was overall horrible, so he couldn't exactly feel bad for making fun of his Tootsie Roll.

He definitely wasn't going to feel bad for what he was about to do. Smiling evilly, Foxx aimed and fired a nice stream of water. Where it came into contact with skin, it began to burn and sizzle. In this case, the skin just happened to be the man's foreskin, the droplets leaving trails of burning—hah—hellfire, as they slid down his shaft.

Micah roared in pain, his eyes bulging in maybe horror or shock as his struggles intensified. The vampire tried to close his legs as he kept screaming, but as energetic as he was, with so little blood in him, the multiple layers of duct tape around his knees and upper chest didn't budge.

By the time the man stopped screaming, tears were rolling down his face, and he was sucking air in and out through clenched teeth.

Micah's gaze locked onto him, his eyes narrowed with hatred now. "You…" The man's voice shook with his anger.

Foxx laughed. "What? Did you think it was normal water inside?"

"How can… How can you…call yourself a vampire?! Using…holy water?!" the other vampire hissed, his fangs flashing.

Foxx shot the water again. "I'm not going to take a lecture from a rapist," he stated as he watched Micah writhe in agony, his own cock perking up at the man's screams. Only to step back in disgust when Micah pissed all over himself.

Harlow let out a clearly irritated growl. "Can I shoot him for that?"

"You can if you want to."

Foxx didn't flinch at all when the man fired. Blood splattered onto the floor and against the wall as the bullet slammed into the vampire's shoulder. Micah's screams, which had started to die down, ramped back up.

Foxx smiled, his dick perking right back up, despite the…smell.

"Oh…that's interesting," Harlow drawled.

He glanced over and laughed when he found the dhampir looking at his crotch, and at how he kept sniffing the air.

Harlow's nose wrinkled, and he complained. "He had to piss himself? Ugh, I can barely smell you over it."

"Sexual arousal sadly doesn't win out over the smell of piss. But it's fine, I'm sure you'll have plenty of chances to smell it after this. I am surprised you didn't notice last night."

"I was too distracted to notice the difference." Harlow shrugged. "Mainly, I was thirsty and well, your arousal smells like a muskier salt water taffy to me, so not that different."

Foxx frowned. "Salt water taffy?"

Before the dhampir got a chance to explain, Micah snapped, "You sadistic fucks!"

He glared at the bound vampire. "If you know that…then why stupidly draw my attention back to you?" He sighed. "Well…the show must go on, I guess."

Foxx shot, and then shot again. He kept shooting, even as the sound and smell of burning flesh filled the air, until he had used every last drop of holy water. The man's screams had gotten higher with each shot, until the sound was almost a whistle.

Fully hard, Foxx stood there smiling as Micah helplessly wailed in pain. Cries now hoarse, tears and sweat poured down the man's face while his one foot knocked into the ground with the little movement he could manage. "I-I'LL TALK! I'LL TALK!" Micah sobbed desperately.

"Wow, so that's all it took. Some holy water to the goods." Harlow sighed, sounding put out.

Foxx giggled. "I mean…most men would sacrifice a leg and more over their dicks, so…" He shrugged. Eyeing Micah, he made his demands. "Tell me, how many followers did you have with you? And where did you drop Harlow's weapons?"

"T-there were…" The man shuddered. "Twenty-five, including me. And…as for his weapons, there's…a lake, a few miles back behind the house, we dumped them there."

His smile widened. "Oh, good. You killed them all, Harlow."

Foxx had counted the bodies while Harlow had attempted to clean off some of the blood. The pieces had added up to a total of twenty-four people.

"You done with him?" Harlow asked.

"Yep!"

Setting his gun down, Harlow stood up, cracking his knuckles. "Good. My turn."

Micah's gaze flicked to Harlow, fear growing in his eyes. "I-I t-told you what you wanted… L-let me go."

Harlow threw his head back on a laugh. "Like we would."

"Delusion at its finest, for sure," Foxx snickered. "Though…to note, if he loses any more blood, he won't stay awake, no matter what you do to him."

"Noted," the dhampir growled.