I looked down and quickly tightened my robe. I stood a little taller and looked at him. “If you’re squeamish, you should probably go.”
He looked confused for a moment, and then his eyes went wide again as he glanced down at the body. “I’ve got something in my car.” I looked around for my shoes. They had completely destroyed my entire apartment. It would take days to clean it all up.
I found some slippers and hurried down to get the machete from my trunk. It was the same one I had used on the female. I had borrowed it from them and forgotten to give it back.
Desi had his boot firmly planted on the Bloodshed’s back when I returned. I glanced at the wound as I came near. It was already starting to heal. I looked up at Desi.
“I’ve got to do this. Are you going to stay or go?”
He eyed the machete in my hand. I know he would have a lot of questions when I was done, but time was of the essence. He shook his head and pulled his boot off. He stalked away, and I straddled the hillbilly’s back. I lifted his head and moved swiftly. There was no point in drawing all of this out.
As I separated his head from his body, killing him completely, I could hear Desi pacing. I stood up and dropped the head beside the body.
I passed him on my way to the bathroom. My robe was drenched in blood. I peeled it off and dropped it in the tub. Bare, I walked to my room and started pulling on some dirty clothes. Desi cleared his throat. I turned to see him, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe.
“Now what?” He seemed to regain composure. His face was back to the cocky, amused look he always had. “You gonna carry his three-hundred-pound body to your trunk?”
“No,” I said. I finished pulling a shirt over my head and smiled at him. “I’ve got the head. You get the rest.”
“Fuck you, that guy’s massive!”
I laughed as I passed him to return to the living room. I elbowed him playfully. “I suppose I can help a little.”
“A little? Your nerdy ass better figure out how to get him down to ground level without snapping our backs.”
“I do art,notphysics. Come on, we can roll him down the stairs if need be. He’s dead. It ain’t going to hurt him.”
Desi didn’t seem too amused.
It had been a shit-storm trying to move him from my apartment to the ground floor. We tried to carry him, me with his feet, Desi taking his arms, but it proved to be too awkward. I dropped him so many times Desi finally gave me a death glare that made me flinch and opt to find a new plan.
“Why don’t we just throw him over the stairs? He’s already dead.”
“Fine, but I’m not cleaning up that splatter.”
“Deal, let’s just roll him right over.”
“What do you do with your bodies after you kill them?” I asked when we were finally in my car after an hour of struggling to get the body out.
Desi snickered and raised his hands to eye level to look at his nails.
“I don’t. I leave them there.”
“You’ve killed ten thousand people and just left them there? How have you not made the news?” I gasped. Sure, things were different now, but killings like that would have been noticed before the vampire world was outed.
“Not quite ten thousand.” He pointed out. “But it’s not my job to handle the clean-up.”
“Oh, the Seven Sins.” It came out as a whisper. I had forgotten. Which one would be the one to clean up a murder scene? Pride? It was certainly not Sloth. I glanced over at Desi. That checked out.
“Something like that. Where are we taking this thing? How long do we have until sunrise?” He pulled out his phone and started searching for the weather. He sighed. “We’ve got an hour and a half to get there and back.”
Fuck.
“Well,” I started. I was completely unsure of how to finish that sentence. Desi shook his head and got back on his phone. After a moment, he pointed to the left.
“Take that turn.”
I did as told, and Desi continued to direct me where to go until we were at a river.
