Chapter 20
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"Yes, I made it," she said into the receiver as she lounged on the disheveled bed. "I have two," she spoke up as she watched one of her newly turned cohorts rummage through the walk in closet. "Make sure you tell him." With that she hung up the cordless phone, throwing it aimlessly towards the bottom of the bed.
"Find anything?" She asked as her eyes roamed over the naked mans body as he pulled one shirt after another off of the hangers.
"No. This guys taste in clothing sucks." Just then he pulled out a hideous florescent orange Hawaiian shirt, bright green coconut trees splattered all over the fabric, and held it up to his chest.
"Suits you," she chuckled as she placed her hands behind her head, watching as her charge ripped the hideous shirt in half. "Just through something on." she said, growing tired of the ex-cops fashionista persona. "And find something for him," she indicated, pointing a finger at the slouched body resting against the wall.
"Fine," he grumbled as he slid open the drawer containing a varied bunch of colored denim jeans. Grabbing the closest shade of blue that resembled a normal pair of jeans, the ex-cop grumpily slipped on the skin tight denim.
Stepping out of the closet, the ex-cop looked over towards the window, the shades had been drawn down before they even entered the room, no doubt to block the morning rays from waking the now dead human from his slumber. "Where should I put him?" The cop asked as he came to stand by the lifeless body.
"Just through him in the closet for now," said Elizabeth with a wave of her hand. "I'll deal with him when he wakes up." Twisting her body around she fluffed the pillows behind her before settling back down for a few hours of sleep.
"Yes ma'am," said the demon as he hoisted up the unconscious man. Walking to the entrance, he chucked the body not so gently into the closet, then turned around, slamming the door shut with his foot. Looking at the large king size bed, the ex-cop briskly walked to the side unoccupied by his sire.
Lifting her head from off of the over stuffed pillow behind her, Elizabeth raised a questioning eye at her minion as he took a seat on the bed beside her. "What do you think you are doing," she growled out as he leaned backwards onto the feather down mattress.
"Getting some shut eye," he dead panned as he shifted his body from side to side to get comfortable in the extremely soft mattress.
"Here, let me help you," snarled Elizabeth as she yanked the yellow pillow out from underneath his greasy, slicked back hair. Tossing the pillow onto the floor next to her, Elizabeth glared at the man laying besides her. "Get…Off."
"Yeah," he said with a head nodded as he rolled off of the mattress. Walking around the bed, the former cop looked at his Sire once more, taking in her piercing blue gaze and her flared nostrils. He gave another nod before lowering his hefty frame to the floor, preparing to sleep there for the next few hours.
Six hours after disappearing into the basement, Xander resurfaced, wandering half dazed into the living room. "Uh, what time is it?" He asked as he rested his body against the doorframe.
Brushing back the tweed cloth on his right Arm, "Six thirteen." Giles spoke, looking at the antique watch adorning his wrist.
"Close to sunset," Tara stated, placing down one of her books that she had been reading through.
"What are we going to do tonight?" Xander asked, stepping further into the room. "Our Slayer is currently out of commission and Angel is in no condition to fight until at least tomorrow."
"I'm not quite certain," Giles admitted as he removed his glasses to give them a thorough cleaning.
"We could go out," said Jesse, having quietly entered the room without anyone noticing. "Me and Xander can be the bronze. Tara can do her witchy magic and you," he pointed at Giles "can be the brains of the operation Giles."
"Yeah. Me and Jesse can suit up," Xander nodded in agreement.
"Guys, don't make me laugh," said a voice so rough it sounded like rocks being whirled around a blender. "My side hurts enough as it is."
"Buffy!" Xander shrieked in surprise, running over to his fallen comrade and secret crush. "How are you? Are you alright? Does your head hurt? Can you sit up?" He asked in a on slot of questions.
"Xan," Buffy said lightly as she lifted a hand to her forehead, more likely then not rubbing away a headache that was quickly forming.
"Xander, do clam down," Giles said sternly as he stood up from his seat. Taking a few steps forward, he handed off the hefty book he had been leafing through to Jesse before taking a seat on the coffee table in front of his dependent. "Xander, do you mind making us all some coffee?"
"Yeah, fine, whatever," Xander mumbled as he stepped away from his friend. "Jesse, you wanna help?"
"Sure." Jesse said, carelessly dropping the magical text book to the floor as he turned to follow Xander out of the room.
Grabbing a hold of the blonde's visible hand, Giles scooted himself closer to the slayer. He looked at her intently, letting his eyes roam over her bruised and battered body for a few moments before finally talking.
"How are you feeling? Where does it hurt the most? Do you feel sick?"
"Giles!" Buffy shouted huskily in order to get her watchers attention. "Am I gonna have to banish you to the kitchen to make tea?"
"No," he said with a small smile. "You're right, I'm sorry." He patted her hand gently twice, all the while giving her a reassuring smile. "You just had me quite scared. I thought I had lost you too."
"Hey, you're talking to the Slayer here," Buffy said with a cocky sideway smile as she lifted herself up into a reclined position. "I'm not going no where. The council's gonna be putting up with my shit for a long time."
"I'm glad to hear," he said with a soft chuckle as he scooted himself backwards so his rear was sitting comfortably on the coffee table. "Do you need help getting up?" He asked, extending a hand out to the slow moving Slayer.
"No, I'm good," she groaned as she shifted her torso into a sitting position. "Just give me about eight hundred Advil's and I should be up and around in no time." She gave the older gentlemen a smile and a wink upon seeing the bewilder look cross his face. "I'm just joking Gil…Who's that?" Her eyes having roamed over her watchers shoulders to land on a quite blonde sitting in a chair only a few feet away.
Twisting his head over his right should to see what the blonde was looking at. "Oh dear me, how could I have forgotten." Giles exclaimed as he shot up from off of the coffee table. "Tara this is Buffy. Buffy this is Tara."
"Hi," Tara said shyly, waving her right hand quickly at the petite blonde who seemed to be scrutinizing her.
"Hey," Buffy said back with a head nod.
"It seems Tara here had quit a run in with Willow." Giles added as he took up his original seat across from the blonde.
"Are you alright?" Buffy asked, concern etching into her voice.
"I'm f-fine." Tara said with her head slightly bent downwards. "She d-didn't hurt m-me."
"Good," Buffy said sternly as she pushed herself off of the couch. "Where was this?"
"At t-the M-magic Box." Tara answered, her gaze never leaving the floor. "X-xander a-and Jesse had let m-me in."
"Are…are they okay?" Buffy asked Giles, not noticing any drastic injuries to the boys while the where in the room a few minutes ago.
"They are fine," Giles assured his charge, giving her a light smile for added comfort.
"Good," she said again with a huff. "I need to go. I need to talk to her. I need to fine her before she actually does hurt someone."
"You're to late Buff," said Jesse, coming into the room with two cups of steaming hot coffee in his hands. "I found a body at the magic box."
"And she claims there is another one in there somewhere," added Xander, also walking into the room with 2 empty cups of coffee in one hand and half a pot of coffee in the other.
"All the more reason I need to go find her," Buffy stated firmly as she walked towards the foyer. "She was my closest friend, and I won't let that… thing, ruin her good name and what memories I have of her."
"I'm coming with you then," Xander piped in, his resolve face set into place. He placed the cups and coffee pot not so gently down on the vanity table before turning to follow the slayer.
"No," Buffy said sternly, placing her left hand up to stop Xander's movement. "You're not coming with me."
"I need to Buff," he said strenuously, tears threatening to escape from his brown doe like eyes. "If someone is going to dust Willow, I think it deserves to be me."
She looked into the young man's tear stained eyes then to the faces of the remaining individuals in the living room. Returning her gaze back to the brunette, "fine. But stay close. If things look like they are starting to get out of hand I want you to run."
"Fine," Xander said quickly with a swift head nod.
"I mean it Xander, I don't want you getting hurt." Buffy proclaimed seriously. "I already lost one friend… I don't need you to follow suit."
"You have my word," Xander said again with a brisk nod of the head.
"Giles, we'll be making a quick sweep of Cedar Hill Cemetery then swing back around through Belleview." Buffy said quickly as she slipped on her short black leather jacket. "If Angel is up to it, ask if he can make a sweep through Woodbine. Xander are you ready?"
"Yea, just stocking up on some supplies," said the young man as he holstered a hand held ax to his leg and placed a few stakes into the baggy pockets of his cargo pants. "Let's role."
Spike woke from his deep slumber with a start, the sounds of voices startling him from his sleep. His eyes gazed around the darkened cellar in a slow circle, making sure not to miss anything that might be out of place. Casting his gaze back over to the stair case, he watched for a few seconds as the street light flickering above illuminated the floor through the tiny cracks in the cellar door.
"Willow, wake up," Spike said in a hushed tone, gently shaking the pale and freckled shoulder resting against his chest.
"Mmm, five more minutes," the redhead mumbled as she buried her face deeper into his right side.
Rolling his eyes at his charges childish behaviors he shook her shoulders again, this time with more vigor then before. "Will, get up."
"I'm up, I'm up," she grouched as she slowly lifted her naked torso from off of his chest, stretching her arm and back muscles in the process. Once she finished stretching her body out, she quickly untangled her leather clad legs from her Sire's, flinging them over the side of the couch and down to the dirt covered floor. "Ready?" she asked as she cocked her head over her shoulder to look at her Sire, a lethal grin covering her dismantled face.
"Re-born ready," Spike said as he swiveled his body on the couch into a sitting position. Getting up off of the sofa, "Let's go." the deadly vampire said as he sauntered to the cellar doors, his old leather duster cascading around him like a black mushroom cloud.
Picking up the ripped and blood stained shirt off of the floor, the one she discarded hours before, Willow swiftly replaced the tattered garment onto her slim shoulders. Deciding against re-buttoning the shirt, Willow let the fabric hang loosely around her slim frame before running up the stairs after her Sire, the soiled shirt floating up behind her.
Chapter 21
Elizabeth's eye's shot open with a start. They remained blue for a quarter of a second before swiftly shifting to their demonic golden hue. She sniffed the air tersely, taking in the scent of her newly turned cohorts, cheap, heavy perfume, and cigarette smoke that was starting to fill the nights air through the slightly cracked window. She smiled wickedly into the dark room before flinging the heavy covers off of her cold body and swinging her legs to the floor, effectively stepping on top of the slumbering vampire below. Standing atop the now fully awake ex-cop, Elizabeth stretch her arms above her head, listening as a few bones in her neck and lower back cracked before stepping off of the fledgling vampire.
"Oh good, you're up," She said with a smirk as she looked down into her fledglings glaring gold eyes. "Let's go," Elizabeth husked out as she moved towards the closet, she was more then ready to hunt down her Sire. "We have things to do."
Scrambling to his feet, the ex cop followed his Sire to the closet door, preparing to yank out his fellow man upon request. "Get up," he grouched after he received the head nod from his Sire, wrapping his hand in the slowly awaking vampires curly brown hair.
"Hungry," the fat vampire slowly growled out as he finally opened his eyes for the first time, scanning his gaze over the two figures standing above him. "Give me food," he snarled as he looked at his Sire.
In one quick movement, Elizabeth had the newly risen vampire pinned against the closet doorframe, her right hand gripped tightly around his neck. "Let's get this straight," Elizabeth hissed out as she lifted up the hefty man, effectively causing his feet to lightly skim the floor. "I make the order's, not you. Is this clear?"
The newest member of her clan slowly shook his head yes, as his eyes glowed yellow with anger.
"Say it," She growled out, spit flying from her mouth. As she held tight to his neck with her right hand, her left hand snaked it's way down to her belt, unclipping the gun from it's holster. Removing the safety from the gun, she brought the deadly metal object to the fledgling's temple. "Or I'll blow your fucking brains out before you ever get the chance to see what blood taste like."
"Yes, Sire," he husked out in anger. "I'm sorry."
"Good," Elizabeth said with a sinister smile as she replace the safety on the gun. Looking at the metal object in her left hand she shifted her attention to the ex-cop then hastily grabbed at the lapel of her shirt with her free hand, twisting around the bronze name plate. "Lambert." After reading off the name on the plaque a devilish smile crept it's way across her porcelain face. "Officer Lambert, how many people run the precinct at night?"
"It depends on the night," Officer Lambert said as a sardonic smile crossed his face, knowing exactly what Elizabeth was hinting at.
"Good," she said as she licked her lips. "You," she said to her newest recruit, "get dressed. We have a few places to stop at before we visit dear old Thomas." With that she bolted out of the room and down the staircase.
"What a fucking bitch," spat out the new vampire as he rubbed his neck where Elizabeth ripped open his now healing bite marks.
"Watch your tone," Officer Lambert said to his blood brother sternly, tossing a pair of vibrant red jeans at his chest before also exiting the room.
His response to the demons retreating form was a snarl as he clutched the denim in his hands tightly. Looking down at the material, he rolled his eyes in disgust before removing the lime green boxers he was wearing and slipping on the skin tight pants.
Bounding down the staircase after getting fully dressed, the newly turned vampire rounded the corner into the kitchen where he came face to face with the other two vampires who were deep in conversation.
"Good, you're ready," Smiled Elizabeth as she raked in the other mans appearance. "We've really got to do something about your cloths." she said absentmindedly as she looked over his outfit, a pair of red skinny jeans held up with a white skinny hinge waist belt, adorned with a red lightweight turtleneck covered by a petite yellow ¾ sleeve ruffle shirt, black converse sneakers, all topped off with a vintage star trek belt buckle.
The demon looked down at his outfit then looked back up at his Sire with a raised eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"
"You and….," she slowly rubbed her left eye in a circular motion before extending her hand out slightly. "What's your name?"
"Calvin," the demon said quickly.
"Alright Calvin. You and Lambert hit some of the demon bars," Elizabeth recited, telling the younger demon what she was telling the former cop only seconds before. "I want you to recruit everyone there."
"And if they say no?" Asked Calvin as he stepped further into the kitchen.
"Kill them," she dead panned as she headed for the doorway. "I don't want no for an answer."
"You heading to the precinct?" Asked Lambert as he followed her out of the kitchen.
"Yes," She replied. "Meet me there in two hours… and don't be late." With that she walked out of the house and to the police cruiser parked on the side of the road.
"Thomas?" Dino called out as he cracked the door open slightly. He didn't want to walk in on Thomas during a promiscuous act, that was just something he did not want to witness. And more importantly, he did not want to walk in on something his Sire didn't want him to see, which could in fact result in the end of his second life. "Tom it's time, and the crew is getting antsy." He said sternly from behind the door.
"That, it is," Thomas said with a grin as he yanked the door open, his state of dress confirming Dino's previous worry's about interrupting. His Sire's navy blue jeans where unfastened, his white t-shirt was tossed carelessly to the floor, and his hair was bedraggled.
Looking over the half dressed man's shoulder, "what do you want to be done with him?" Dino asked as he stared at the trembling naked man that was curled up in a ball in the farthest corner of the room.
Slowly Thomas turned his head to look at his slave, "tie him up. Have one of the rookies look after him." He let his eyes roam over the naked man's bruised battered body. "I would hate to see something happen to him."
"Me too," Dino snickered as he made room for his Sire to walk through the doorway. Looking back at the young man who was now silently crying, "I'll be back for you," he said cheekily before closing the office door.
Following his Sire, Dino walked back into the main room of the magic box, where the rest of the clan was gathered. He watched as Thomas easily hoped up on top of the class counter, where he casually sat and dug the dirt out from under his fingernails.
"Dino, I believe I asked you to find some type of constricting material," Thomas said, never looking up from his nails. "Oh, and take the tarot card playing idiots with you," he said as he nodded to Reid and Austin who where standing idly by.
"Of course," Dino said with a terse nod before making his way over to the big bay window in the front of the store. Gripping the string constricting the blinds, Dino ripped down viciously snapping the cord and the vertical blinds off of the window. Wrapping the 1.4 mm non stretch cord around his right hand, Dino started walking back towards the office door, indicating with a head gesture for Austin and Reid to follow.
Slamming the office door open, Dino stepped in to find the young man in the same position he was in a few minutes previously. "Get up," he ordered as he walked further into the room, the two younger vampires following close behind him. "Grab his clothes." He ordered to the two subordinates.
He waited until the shaking young man was standing up on unsteady feet before grabbing the tarnished clothes from the fledglings hand and shoving them into those of the teenager's. "Get dressed. Quickly." Dino said, once again in a demanding tone.
The young boy shook his head meekly as he untangled his clothes from the disheveled ball that Dino crunched them into. Slipping his beige cargo pants on slowly, a small grimace crossed the boys feature as he zipped up the crotch. "M-my, my shirt's ruined," he said out in a quite squeak as he held up the shredded gray t-shirt for Dino to view.
Rolling his eyes in aggravation, Dino ambled across the small room to where Thomas' white shirt was laying impishly. "Here," he said irritably as he thrust the plain white cotton at the quivering boy.
Walking over to the desk, Dino placed down the cord that he had rapped around his hand. He waited until the boy was finish getting dressed before waving his index finger at Austin and Reid, motioning them to grab the kid. "Put his hands in front of him."
"No. No, no. Please?" The teenager begged as the two slightly muscular vampires dragged him towards Dino. "Please. I won't tell," he said again, a new wave of tears coming to his eyes and rolling down his cheeks in rapid session. "Please," he begged once more, his bottom lip quivering in fear.
"Sorry lad," Dino said monotonic. "Bosses orders." He nodded his head, wanting the boys arms to be held out in front of him. As soon as they boys hands where forced forward, Dino started tying the thick twine around his wrist tightly. He rapped the cord in a "x", pattern making it physically impossible for the boy to escape. Once he was convinced the cord was tightly secured around his wrist, he dropped the rest of the wire, from his hand, to the floor.
"Look at that," snickered Reid, as he took hold of the wire. "He come's with a leash." He gave the cord a quick tug, effectively flinging the thin boy forward.
"If you break him, Thomas isn't going to be happy," Dino said with a smirk as he watched the boys eye's widen even bigger in fear. "Let's go. I'm starving," he rubbed his stomach in mock hunger. "That girl was like a crappy Applebee's appetizer."
What was once fear and apprehensive that filled his body was now replaced with unadulterated anger. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared at the rather large demonic man in front of him who just confirmed killing his sister. "You son of a bitch!" He screamed as he ran forward, intending to tackle the vampire even with his arms constricted.
"Down boy," Reid said with a laugh as he yanked the cord backwards, effectively stopping Daniel's movements and twisting the boy around in a flash, causing him to topple over onto his face and stomach.
"You're a monster!" Daniel yelled from the floor. "You're all monsters!"
"You just figure that out?" Austin asked as he lowered his face to the aggravated young man. He gnashed his teeth at the boy, shifting from his human face to that of his demon in the process.
The young boy let out a small squeak before trying to scurry backwards from the demon as fast as possible but the task was almost unfeasible with his hands tied. Unfortunately he wasn't fast enough, as soon as he started to push himself backwards for the third time, Reid dragged him forwards, sliding his already bruised body across the cold tiled floor, sliding him into the open doorframe.
"Time to go boy's," Dino said before turning on his haunches and making his way to the office door, stepping over the crouched boy on his way out.
"What bar should we hit first?" asked Calvin as he walked in step with the slightly older vampire.
"Apparently there is one around here called The Mad Hatter," Lambert said as he scanned the dark alley. "Elizabeth said this would be our best bet."
Calvin just gave a curt nod of the head and went back to walking beside his blood brother in silence, letting his eyes absently roam the alley. They walked for a few more minutes down the disserted alleyways of SunnyDale's main strip before the back handed slap to his chest from Lambert stopped his movement. They apparently stumbled upon the back door of the Hatter.
"Ow," Calvin whined meekly as he rubbed his chest with his left hand. Turning his head to look at Lambert's stoic face, "that hurt."
"We're here," Officer Lambert said as he looked at the back door of the pub, completely blowing off Calvin's complaint. "Follow my lead. And make sure no one leaves." With that, he grabbed the silver metal handle to the locked door and ripped it off of it's hinges, carelessly tossing it aside in the middle of the alley.
The two vampire's walked casually into the dimly lit pub, taking in the scenery and the patrons' as they slowly walked to the bar.
"White Russian," Lambert bark out over his shoulder as he slammed his hand down on the counter top, his gaze continuing to overlook the clientele. "O negative."
"And I'll have a strawberry daiquiri," Calvin said to the bartender with a smile. "Any type."
Slowly, Lambert turned his gaze from the patrons to his comrade, fixing him with an quizzical star. "Are you serious?" He asked in disbelief.
"What?" Calvin replied back with his own quizzical expression. "They're tasty."
"Get. A. Beer," Lambert said in a angry snarl, expressing each word with a hiss through gritted teeth.
"Fine," Calvin said with the role of his eye's as he turned back to the greasy haired bartender, "I'll have a beer… light though."
At his brother's last comment, Officer Lambert snatched his drink from off of the sticky counter top and walked over to a booth full of his fellow man. "Gentleman," he said with a faux smile as he pulled up a chair to the group of demons, setting his drink down on the table in the process. "Mind if I join you?"
"Actually, yes," Said the biggest vampire in the group, placing his own drink down. His biceps where the size of a soccer balls and he had a full sleeve tattoo on each arm. "I do mind if you join us."
"Then why don't you join me?" Lambert said nonchalantly as he took a sip of his drink. He leisurely stared upon the fake redhead sitting next to the fuming vampire, waiting for his response.
"Get lost newb." he snarled as he wrapped his arm tightly around the female vampires shoulder. "She want's a real vamp." The group of demons at the table busted out in laughter at their leaders remark towards the new arrival. "I can still smell that human stank all over you," the demon gruffly said as he motioned for his friend to let him out of the booth. "What where you, turned yesterday?"
"Yes," Lambert admitted as he still remained seated in his chair. He looked up at the bigger vampire now hovering over him.
"And do you really think you and …" he looked over at the other newly turned vampire, he was leaning his back against the bar counter, gingerly sipping from his beer bottle with a straw, " … Jack McFarland over there can take me on? Us," he gestured to the table of angry vampires, "on?"
"I don't know," Lambert answered honestly. "Let's give it a try."
"Wrong choice boy," the bigger vampire said with a smirk as he drew his arm back, preparing himself to punch the cocky younger vampire in the face. As he let loose with a right punch, expecting to connect with the other demons jaw, he was pleasantly surprised to find himself being flung forward into the hard oak table.
Placing his now finished glass back onto the table, Lambert waited for the irate vampire to make his move, it took all of ten seconds. As he watched the taller vampire's fist fly towards his face, he swiftly reached out with his left hand, gripping the angry demon by the wrist. With his right hand he grabbed the back of the snarling vampires slicked back hair, using his own momentum to slam him forward onto the table.
With his years of police training mingling with his new found strength, Lambert yanked the burly man's right arm upwards, and with his own right hand held the struggling vampires head down, effectively trapping the demon in a headlock. "Calm down," He said in a dull tone as he kept his eyes trained on the other four vampires at the table.
"I'm going to kill you!" shouted the pinned down vampire. Shifting his eyes to his friend who already had his game face on, "Roy, do something!"
"Give it your best shot," Lambert said with a smile as he released his grip on the wiggling vampire. He took a few steps back, waiting for the other male vampire to attack. He waggled his fingers on his right hand at the new attacker, egging him on.
Sliding his way out of the lime green booth, Roy charged at the medium built vampire, expecting him to be a easy target.
His eye's grew wide as he watched in which the speed of the older vampire crossed the short distance. It felt like slow motion as the rather well built vampire named Roy speared him in the chest, effectively driving him backwards into the neighboring table accompanied by two Hemlock demons feasting on their dinner.
He laid on his back, atop the shattered wooden table for a few moments before a sharp tugging became present on his shirt. "Oh hell," he mumbled out as he felt himself being lifted off of the debris of the now destroyed mahogany table.
"You just cost us our dinner, vamp," said one particularly angry Hemlock with a thick New York accent as he held Lambert buy the middle of his shirt, dangling him two feet off of the grown. "Do you know how hard it is to find a purebred Maincoon on Craigslist?! … I should rip your skin off , piece by piece, and feed you to a Gnarl for what you have done."
Lambert stared blankly at the massive demon's beady red eyes and glistening brown teeth, wiggling his arms around impishly as he tried to put together a cohesive sentence. "Uhmm, I was exchanging words with uhmm…"
"You mean that piece of shit?" The Hemlock asked, his New York accent coming through even thicker when he cursed. He pointed to Roy who was also being hosted off of the floor by his t-shirt. "You see, know I have a predicament. I have a group of shithead vampire's running amuck in my bar where I take my date to eat some nice cat and Gnocchi a la Marinara.
Lambert quickly adverted his gaze over to Roy who was struggling against an equally large male Hemlock demon who must off excused himself from one of the side tables, then to the other vampires at the booth who where guarded by another three slightly smaller Hemlocks, before bringing his gaze back onto the one gripping him. "So, what are you going to do?"
"Well, you already ruined our dinner…how about a show?" The demon asked with a smile as he turned back to his slightly peeved date, "Would you like that pumpkin?" he asked as he loosened his grip on the ex-cops shirt when she nodded her head yes.
"Sounds good to me," said the other male Hemlock demon as he also loosened his grip on Roy's shirt. "
"Ah, crap." grumbled Lambert as he watched the first beefy vampire scoot out of the booth followed by a second to stand next to his friend, as Roy flex his hands into tight fists. Dreadfully, he twisted his neck to look over his shoulder at Calvin who was still sipping modestly at his light beer. "Ah crap," he repeated, as the Hemlock demons pulled up chairs to watch the fight that he new would in fact end his short existence as a vampire.
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