“Your kind doesn’t blood fuck our kind,” he quivers out.
“My kind fucks anything, and you know it,” I roll out, and I taste the vomit trying to rise to my throat as I bash my species with the one thing that pisses me off worse than anything. “Just ask him,” I smolder out, and my eyes turn to Brazen as I turn to straddle him inside the booth.
“Ready to play my puppet?” I whisper.
“Fuck yes,” he breathes, and my lips brush his before I turn back to see the shaky full blood too scared to try to run because he doesn’t want to turn his back on me.
“Brazen has felt what it’s like to be inside of me, and as you can tell, he’s full blood just like you. He’s not appalled in the least, and I can do whatever I want to him just like I’ll be able to do with you,” I say with the misleading air of the devil in disguise.
My lips fall over Brazen’s, and he grips me passionately as he willingly goes with the ploy I’ve launched. My hips begin grinding against his, and he jerks me into him so that my center feels his erection. He moans into the kiss he’s been seeking, and his body begs for more which plays perfectly into my hand as I rip free. My teeth graze over his shoulder, and his breath hitches as his hands tighten against my waist to pull me closer.
“You see? He wants me because he has felt how incredibly hard my kind can fuck,” I provocatively release.
The hulking beast swallows hard when he feels turned on by my little expedition. His hand strums his ratty beard, and I pray I don’t have to put my lips anywhere around his scruffy body. I hope using Brazen as a puppet will be enough because I’ll more than likely puke if I have to do anything to entice this man.
Brazen jerks my face back down to his, and I go along with the kiss when the guy starts squirming all the more. I break free and climb out of his lap to return to the pale faced man who looks far more ashen than earlier.
I fight the urge to gag as I lean over to his flesh and let my lips almost touch his arm. He jerks back, and I climb into the booth as I use my gift to pin him against the wall.
“Fuck. Stop. I’ll fucking tell you. Please don’t do this,” he pleads, and I grin triumphantly as I step back and adjust my clothes.
“Then start talking,” Brazen commands.
“It was fucked up. I was passing through on my way here, and I saw this group of… I don’t know what they were. Their scent was fucked up, and it didn’t resemble anything I had ever encountered before. I thought I was getting sick since I couldn’t distinguish their species, and then this girl walks out last with a red hooded robe. She held her hand up, and in a blink, the whole fucking compound exploded into rubble. They just loaded up as if it was no big deal, and then they drove away. They were in dark sedans mostly, but there was one big ass armored vehicle the girl climbed into. That’s all I know,” he blurts out rapidly.
“How do you know it was a girl if she was wearing a hood?” Brazen asks suspiciously.
“Because her scent wasn’t clear in some aspects, but there was no mistaking the smell of a female. I swear she almost smelled hybrid, but it was different. I couldn’t figure it out.”
This doesn’t make sense. No one can have that sort of control over something that strong without a downfall.
“What happened after that? Did she lose her sanity, or did something worse happen?”
“I don’t know. She looked perfectly fine to me, and nothing else happened. Like I said, they just drove away,” he panics.
“Fuck,” Brazen breathes. “We need to call Commander Jude.”
“I’ll call him. Let’s go,” I murmur, and I pull out my phone to dial him.
“Araya? I hope you found something because no one else has had any luck,” Clay gripes while answering.
“We found something. Where are you? I don’t want to discuss it over the phone,” I say with concern etching my tone.
“We’re heading back to the hotel now.”
“I’ll see you-”
My sentence is cut short when I hear screams erupting from the backside, and my phone shatters to the ground as I rush behind Brazen to investigate. Mothers rush by holding their children, and the men are fighting against an hoard of infected humans, their foaming mouths and zombie-like attributes giving them a way as their insatiable blood thirsts for anything carrying a vein drives them forward.
“What the fuck?” Brazen yelps, and then he throws two knives simultaneously to slice through the throats of five of the monsters swarming the town.
The almost white men and women gargle without speech, their red, poisoned eyes blaring clearly. Their bodies are hairless, just as all the infected, and their horrid fangs instead of blood bringers are visible for the world to see as they charge toward the full bloods in the streets.
“I thought they were feeding off diluted blood,” I snark, and then I snap the neck of one of the beasts when it tries to attack me from behind.
“They are. This isn’t from them. This is a fucking attack,” he screeches, and then I pull out my gun to start firing the uranium bullets into the heads of the rabid creatures.
“They’ll fucking rip this place to shreds with these numbers,” he asserts, his eyes motioning to the flooding army falling over the walls as they break in without falter.
