Mateo began to open his mouth, but he didn’t get to say anything. Vincent started shouting at the retreating vampires.
“Hey, you guys are going to call off the cops and everybody, right? Because if I go back to Unity Base and find that we’re still under siege, you and I are going to have words.”
Barrington turned around and gave him a bow, “Your wish is my command, largest of hamsters.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 59
Looking over at us and then turning back to the king, Bobby said, “I love love. I love blood. Blood and love.”
There might, I thought to myself, be something wrong with Bobby.
Barrington nodded, “That’s another one of my councilors against a fight, but still a major change of course. I need a moment to think. I’d like some silence while I consider the situation. I’m going to go over to the corner. Don’t start fighting while I’m gone.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 58
If we were imagining the hypothetical boy band that the vampires were members of, Barrington would be the conventionally attractive guy, Lhust, the manly guy, and Loremaster, the geeky guy. Maybe those aren’t really boy band tropes, but I don’t listen to boy bands.
Anyway, that left the other two.
Barrington smiled at us, “I think we can be friends, but since we’re introducing everyone, I shouldn’t skip Leo and Bobby.”
He nodded at each of them as he said their names. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 57
Frowning, Amy twisted her head in the vampires’ direction. Turning back to Mateo, she said, “I don’t trust them as far as I can throw them. The earliest Bloodmaidens, the ones I know the best, fought the Elder and it was near thing. It might be easier right now because the sun’s dawning, but not much. The Elder mated with humans. They were both undead and alive at once and they knew how to use magic.”
Looking at Mateo, she said, “What do you think?”
Not hesitating, Mateo said, “Kill them.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 56
Amy laughed, “Of all the books to be based on reality…”
Vincent muttered, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
One of the sparkling vampires stepped out in front of the group. He had short, black hair, a pale face, and wore black armor with silver rivets. The shape of the armor either emphasized or created the illusion of a lean, muscular physique.
In short, someone cared enough to pay for a suit of brigandine that had some style. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 55