Ambrose looped the vampire’s arms around his neck.
The vampire let out a yowl and a holler that wouldn’t end.
Ambrose grit his teeth and flung him over his shoulder.
The vampire settled into a miserable sounding moan that just wouldn’t stop.
Ambrose thought many happy thoughts about staking him.
Barbara walked beside him. She had the wisdom not to gloat about getting her way.
comecomecomecomecome
The vampire laid the side of his face on the middle of Ambrose’s back. “ghosts.”
“I know. So, shut up. Go unconscious. Die.”
He started up moaning again.
Anything but that.
The front door was just a quick run ahead of them.
The door was wide open.
They were closing in on it.
The door slammed shut.
“Oh, what the blazing—”
The male fey reappeared. “I’m sorry, but I really can’t let you leave.”
“Out of the way.”
“Put the vampire down, leave the girl, and yes. I’ll step out of your way.”
Ambrose told him in very specific words what he thought of that plan.
“Maybe, but I can’t let you leave with him. I don’t want him to…I mean, Olessa will be coming—”
“Olessa is dead.”
The fey blinked quickly. “What?”
“I killed her. If you don’t move out of my way, I’ll have Barbara stake this vampire here.”
The fey’s wings flared out.
“So, move it.”
“It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way.”
“Oh, tell me all about it.”
He flattened his wings. “You were supposed to fall for my distraction and go off with me. Meanwhile, Robin was supposed to bite your female companion and drink her dry and heal up.”
“Idiot. Rot brained idiot. Only two things can heal those kind of injuries: dragon blood and hunter blood. Barbara is neither. Besides, what do you care, fey?”
“Fey is my species, not my name. My name is—”
“I don’t care what your name is. Out of my way.”
Robin’s moans went up an octave.
The fey’s wings twitched. “Where are you taking him?”
“To Sammy.” Barbara said. “He’ll know what to do.”
“Oh?” He sounded hopeful. “Do you want to help Robin?”
Ambrose frowned. “What do you care? Why are you so worried about him?”
“My feelings are clean, straight lines. There’s no space on them for overly emotional—”
“Isellta.” More prolonged moaning. “‘sellta.”
The fey walked up to Ambrose and lightly touched Robin’s back. “He’s hurting. Olessa was supposed to come back and heal him. I don’t have healing powers. I can’t help him.”
“Let us go and we’ll help him.” said Barbara.
He kept lightly stoking Robin’s back. “Is it okay if I come with?”
“No.” said Ambrose.
“Okay!” said Barbara.
Ambrose clenched his teeth.
***
Barbara sat in the driver’s seat.
Ambrose in the passenger’s seat.
Robin and the fey sat together in the back.
Robin wouldn’t stop moaning.
Ambrose sank into deeply irritated silence and stayed there the whole way back to Sammy’s Place.
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This has been an exciting segment of chapters. Can’t wait to see where all of this is going 😉
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When I started this segment, I knew two things for sure: that place was where Olessa did all of her experimenting and Ambrose was going to have bad vibes about it. Everything else was a series of black boxes with red question marks on them. But as soon as I introduced Robin, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with him.
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