Something seemed to be excavating in my brain. With suffering slowness, I opened my eyes, blinking at the unshaded lamp nearby. It made the sun look pale in comparison.
My hands were above me, my wrists hurt, and the discomfort in my head made me rapidly slim forward and spit up.
"I thawt a putty tat."
The mocking voice provoked my distress to sever in a wave of anxiety. When I saw the buzzard close by, I trembled.
"I did, I did thee a putty tat!"
Finalized with his Tweety Bird forgery, he grinned unpleasantly at me. I struggled to scurry back and felt my hands tied to a wall.
Both my hoofs were similarly cuffed concurrently. My top and pants were all taken off, leaving me in just my bra and underclothes. Even my trademark gloves were missing.
Oh, God.
"Now, then, Luv, let us come down to business."
The bantering cleared his tone and his eyes froze into jackpots of gloomy granite.
"Who do you labor for?" He interrogated.
This startled me greatly, it took me a period to reply to him.
"I do not labor for anyone."
"Bollocks." He bit the statement out specifically, and I did not give birth to understand what it implied to think he did not trust me. I hunched when he strode closer.
"Who do you work for?" With more threats.
"No one," I answered.
My head clasped back as he slapped me. Tears arrived in my eyes, but I kept them there. I was going to perish, but I did not have to cry.
"Go to hell; immediately, there was another ringing in my ears. At this moment I could taste blood"
Once again, who do you work for?
Spitting it out, I blazed up at him defiantly.
"No one, ass-munch!"
He winked in shock, and then quaked on his heels and giggled so loudly my ears rang. Retrieving control, he crouched in until his mouth was inches from my countenance. Fangs glinted in the glow.
"I realize you're lying."
His mouthpiece was a murmur. He lessened his head until his mouth rubbed my neck. I clenched myself strictly, begging for the courage not to implore for my life.
A chill whiff thumped on my skin.
"I know you're lying," he started again.
"Because the previous night I was looking for a bloke. When I sighted him, I saw the similar elegant red-haired girl who'd been kneading on me fleeing with him.
I obeyed, feeling I'd sneak up on him while he was inhabited.
Rather, I saw you drill a stake into his heart, and what a stake!
"Right in front of my very eyes, he drooped my enhanced weapon victoriously."
With Wood on the exterior, and silver on the interior. Now, that's created in America! Poof, beneath moves Devon! Yet it didn't end there.
You flopped him in the trunk and drove to your truck, where you minced his bleeding skull off and concealed him in portions. Then you went home whistling a merry tune.
How in the bloody hell could you do that, hmm? You don't work for anyone? Then why, when I take a wide whiff here —he put his nose against my collarbone and inhaled—"do I scent something other than mortal? Hazy, but apparent. You've got a boss, you do. Nurtures you some of his blood, right? Builds you bigger and quicker, yet just human. impoverished vamps never see it arriving. All we see is…food."
With one finger, he squeezed lightly on my jumping pulse.
"Now, for the last time before I ignore my attitudes, tell me who your commander is."
I glanced at him, learning his face would be the final face I ever saw. Anger briefly ran through me before I shoved it aside.
There would be no objections. Maybe, the planet would be a decent place for what I'd committed. It was all I could hope for, and so I'd die confiding my executioner the reality.
"I don't have a boss."
Each word was a toxin. There was no necessity to be polite. "You want to understand why I sense like a human and a vampire? Because that's what I am.
Years ago, my mama went on a date with what she felt was a good guy. He was kicked out to be a vampire, and he assaulted her.
Five months later there was me, premature but completely advanced, with a broad slew of funky skills.
When she someday notified me about my papa, I assured her I'd kill every vampire I found to make up for it.
To confirm no one else suffered what she had to. She's been scared to evacuate her residence ever since! I hunt for her, and the sole thing I grieve about perishing now is that I didn't grab more of you with me!"
My voice rose until I cried out the final part, tossing the utterances in his face. I shut my eyes and propped for the killing gust.
Nothing. No noise, no hit, no distress. After a juncture, I glimpsed to see him standing just where he'd been.
He patted his chin with his finger and glanced at me with an indication that could only be characterized as thoughtful.
"Well?"
Fear and concession weakened my voice to the infringement juncture.
"End me already, you despicable Neck sucker!"
That reaped me an amused look.
"Ass-eater. Neck sucker. You smooch your mum with that mouth?"
"Don't you speak about my mother, killer! Your sort isn't eligible to speak of her!"
A phantom of a smile hovered on his lips.
"Bit of the pot calling the kettle black, isn't it? I've watched you do killing. And if what you're informing me is genuine, you're the exact type I am."
I nodded my head. "I am nothing like your sort! You're all demons, preying on innocent people and minding nothing about the beings you ravage. The vampires I exterminated ambushed me —it was their unfortunate luck I was prepared for them. I might have some of this cursed blood in my vessels, but at least I was using it too—"
"Oh, grab a hose in it already," he stopped me with an angry expression you'd use to admonish a child.
"You constantly ramble on so? No wonder your dates went right for your throat. Can't say as I criticize them."
Dumb, I gazed at him. With ultimate clarity I understood the phrase enhancing trauma abuse.
First, he'd whacked me soundly, now he was reaching to tarnish me before killing me.
"I disdain to suspend your pity session over the other dead vampires, but are you going to be executing me promptly or what?"
Brave words, I guessed. At least it knocks whimpering.