"Where is Monte?" I grabbed Jeff by the throat. "Oh, please don't kill him. I like him," the guy from last night sighed, "it's just so hard to find cute ones."
"Oh brother," the newcomer rolled his eyes, "what did Aya tell you of bonding with the guardsmen. They're disposable. Go ahead, kill him," he flashed a smile.; almost as if he were encouraging me. I got a sickening feeling watching him; he seemed to enjoy the distress I was in. The drama I was causing.
"I will," I threatened, and Jeff began screaming.
Suddenly the new guy was beside me, disarming me and pinning me to the wall.
"Apparently," he started, "I have missed a lot. What is this?"
"She's a mutt," the other answered, "Aya turned her to see if she was like Angelina. I guess she is," he shrugged.
"Really," he rolled his eyes and leaned in and sniffed me, "she still smells human. Smells tasty," he licked my neck, "hmm."
"Now Malachai, I don't think that would be wise," the other chuckled. "Don't chide me, Michael," he snapped his neck back, "isn't this considered family business."
"Fuck you," he ran to me and removed me from Malachai's tight grip, "I may not be a full Samosa, but I am stronger than you, idiot."
"Jealous?" he flashed a smile, he walked toward Jeff and lifted him.
"What are you doing?" Michael questioned as he ripped Jeff's head off and I turned at the gory sight.
"Pissing you off," he licked his bloodied hands, "now get someone to clean this up. Malachai's home," he winked and ran off; disappearing pretty quickly.
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