not to answer your fucking cell. Now, he’s coming.”
“So what. Claude wants us to whack him anyway. Let’s just get this done.”
“Not while he’s watching us. He’s too quick. Just shut up and lay down, maybe he’ll go back.”
The two big men dropped down and tried to blend into the grass.
Cheeto kept his nine-mil palmed just in case. Fuck, this was going wrong .
Moonpie had always been a loose cannon. He hadn’t wanted to bring the asshole, but Moonpie was the only one available, and Claude said he wanted this job done post-haste. So he’d accepted him as his back-up. Looks like it was a mistake, but it was too late now to change it.
In his other hand, Cheeto fingered the ax that Claude had sent with him. He was freaked out by this whole situation, but Claude had promised him that if he didn’t hack off the guy’s head, then the guy would rise again and kill him. And while it seemed impossible that it could be true, Cheeto had always been superstitious, so he wasn’t taking any chances.
Lifting his head, he didn’t see anything. He scanned the area, the target was nowhere in sight, so he must not have heard them after all. Thank the fucking gods!
“I think we’re clear. Let’s get the fuck out of here, regroup, and come back when we have the element of surprise, not him.” Cheeto smacked Moonpie on the arm as they stood.
Moonpie shook his head, with a low whistle. “Yeah, ‘ cause that is the biggest scary-ass dude I have ever seen.”
Cheeto puffed his cheeks out. “You don’t know the half of it. Let’s go. Quiet and quick.”
Moonpie and Cheeto were nearly to their car, left parked for a fast getaway on the edge of the street, when a voice behind them stopped them in their tracks.
“What, not staying for the party?”
Cheeto’s blood froze, and on instinct, and because he was terrified, he whirled and fired.
He saw the huge vampire’s look of shock as his body keeled backwards, landing flat on the sand at the edge of the beach.
“Oh, fuck! That was him! You got him!” Moonpie yelled.
“We got to hack his head off,” Cheeto spit out suddenly.
“Huh? Is that why you have the ax? Yeeks, gross. That’s on you, dude. I ain’t hackin’ off any heads tonight or fucking ever.”
“Claude says he’ll come back if we don’t. He’ll come back and come after us.”
“What? Fuck that. Look, you got him right in the middle of the forehead. That dude’s done for good! Let’s go.”
“No, I’m going to do this.”
Moonpie waved at Cheeto as he walked away. “Do it quick. I’m gonna be in the car.”
Cheeto walked back over to the man that Claude had told him was a vampire, and looked down at him. That was just shit, right? Wasn’t no such thing as vampires .
Standing over him, Cheeto admitted he was a big-ass guy. And ripped to hell and back. A body that perfect, yeah, if anyone was a vampire, he might be.
He had to do this because he was terrified that if he didn’t, the guy would show up in the dark and tear his throat out.
Lifting the ax, he lined it up to the guy ’s throat and started to bring it down, when an ATV flew through the sand. It’s bright lights shined right on Cheeto, ax raised, the dead man at his feet.
“Hey, what the fuck is going on?”
The aggressive voice came out of the darkness as a big blonde guy, surfer-type, dressed appropriately in Hawaiian-print shorts, came towards Cheeto and the dead, maybe dead, vampire. Behind the blonde guy, several other guys had jumped from the vehicle to follow him.
Fuck his luck! Cheeto hesitated only a second longer, looked down at the corpse, and ran for the car.
This would have to happen another time.
The car sped out, throwing gravel as it disappeared down the road.
The guys from the ATV arrived at the body.
The blonde guy dropped and looked at Ahmose, naked, lying flat on his back, as perfect a masculine
“So what. Claude wants us to whack him anyway. Let’s just get this done.”
“Not while he’s watching us. He’s too quick. Just shut up and lay down, maybe he’ll go back.”
The two big men dropped down and tried to blend into the grass.
Cheeto kept his nine-mil palmed just in case. Fuck, this was going wrong .
Moonpie had always been a loose cannon. He hadn’t wanted to bring the asshole, but Moonpie was the only one available, and Claude said he wanted this job done post-haste. So he’d accepted him as his back-up. Looks like it was a mistake, but it was too late now to change it.
In his other hand, Cheeto fingered the ax that Claude had sent with him. He was freaked out by this whole situation, but Claude had promised him that if he didn’t hack off the guy’s head, then the guy would rise again and kill him. And while it seemed impossible that it could be true, Cheeto had always been superstitious, so he wasn’t taking any chances.
Lifting his head, he didn’t see anything. He scanned the area, the target was nowhere in sight, so he must not have heard them after all. Thank the fucking gods!
“I think we’re clear. Let’s get the fuck out of here, regroup, and come back when we have the element of surprise, not him.” Cheeto smacked Moonpie on the arm as they stood.
Moonpie shook his head, with a low whistle. “Yeah, ‘ cause that is the biggest scary-ass dude I have ever seen.”
Cheeto puffed his cheeks out. “You don’t know the half of it. Let’s go. Quiet and quick.”
Moonpie and Cheeto were nearly to their car, left parked for a fast getaway on the edge of the street, when a voice behind them stopped them in their tracks.
“What, not staying for the party?”
Cheeto’s blood froze, and on instinct, and because he was terrified, he whirled and fired.
He saw the huge vampire’s look of shock as his body keeled backwards, landing flat on the sand at the edge of the beach.
“Oh, fuck! That was him! You got him!” Moonpie yelled.
“We got to hack his head off,” Cheeto spit out suddenly.
“Huh? Is that why you have the ax? Yeeks, gross. That’s on you, dude. I ain’t hackin’ off any heads tonight or fucking ever.”
“Claude says he’ll come back if we don’t. He’ll come back and come after us.”
“What? Fuck that. Look, you got him right in the middle of the forehead. That dude’s done for good! Let’s go.”
“No, I’m going to do this.”
Moonpie waved at Cheeto as he walked away. “Do it quick. I’m gonna be in the car.”
Cheeto walked back over to the man that Claude had told him was a vampire, and looked down at him. That was just shit, right? Wasn’t no such thing as vampires .
Standing over him, Cheeto admitted he was a big-ass guy. And ripped to hell and back. A body that perfect, yeah, if anyone was a vampire, he might be.
He had to do this because he was terrified that if he didn’t, the guy would show up in the dark and tear his throat out.
Lifting the ax, he lined it up to the guy ’s throat and started to bring it down, when an ATV flew through the sand. It’s bright lights shined right on Cheeto, ax raised, the dead man at his feet.
“Hey, what the fuck is going on?”
The aggressive voice came out of the darkness as a big blonde guy, surfer-type, dressed appropriately in Hawaiian-print shorts, came towards Cheeto and the dead, maybe dead, vampire. Behind the blonde guy, several other guys had jumped from the vehicle to follow him.
Fuck his luck! Cheeto hesitated only a second longer, looked down at the corpse, and ran for the car.
This would have to happen another time.
The car sped out, throwing gravel as it disappeared down the road.
The guys from the ATV arrived at the body.
The blonde guy dropped and looked at Ahmose, naked, lying flat on his back, as perfect a masculine
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