by Lane Mason
Mike released his hold on Jess as he turned to confront the unwelcome stranger. It was the well-dressed, dark-haired man who had been watching Jess inside. Mike’s eyes flicked up and down the alley, looking for the man’s brother, but he was obviously alone. “Why don’t you go away before we fuck you next, pretty boy,” he said as he pulled a switchblade out of his pocket.
The man smiled as if Mike had said something amusing. “How cute, the little rapist pig has a knife. Am I supposed to be scared now?” His eyes sparkled and his smile grew.
“Dexter, maybe we should go. This guy is fucking crazy,” said Tom nervously.
“It’s too late for that, I’m afraid,” said the stranger, still smiling. His perfect teeth shone, even in the low light of the alley.
Mike was getting frustrated. “Oh, yeah? And why is that?” And why can’t you just fuck off so we can continue our fun?
“Because now that you’ve threatened me, my brother can feed.”
Mike snorted. “So your brother can—”
He stopped short as a dark shadow dropped from the sky. Cold hands firmly gripped the back of his head and his shoulder, effectively exposing his neck where a vein pulsed furiously from the adrenalin coursing through his body. He watched with dawning terror as a gaping mouth with long fangs descended on his neck. Fuck.
Tom’s agonized scream was the last thing he heard.
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