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“What about?”
You think that just because I love killing, you can just pull me out, have me murder at the snap of your fingers, and then put me away again?
“So you’re saying you do not want to take out this vampire?” Damien highly doubted it.
I’m saying that I want something in return for doing your dirty work.
“What?”
I want one week a month to do whatever the fuck I want. Eat, kill, kill some more, fuck. Whatever.
“Not a chance.” The beast would just run out to the nearest mall and slaughter indiscriminately, leaving Damien holding the bag.
You believe that I cannot control myself, that I will go on a rampage.
“Yes.”
But is it also true that if I decided to do such a thing, you could easily take back over.
“I suppose.”
So then, if I promise not to kill, and I break our deal, you could return to keeping me at bay.
“Are you saying that you agree not to kill anyone?” Damien tried not to laugh.
Only one way to find out.
The beast had a point. Damien was the stronger one. He could always take over. The only problem was that in that brief amount of time it took to overpower the beast, the beast could take out dozens of people.
“I’ll have to think about it.”
Sure. But I’m not fighting that vampire until you agree.
“Then I don’t agree. So I guess I’ll just have to fight the vampire on my own.”
“Damien!” Pet called out from above. “Something’s coming your way.”
But they weren’t anywhere near the top.
“It’s him!” Pet called out. “Yoo-hoo. Maxton!” She waved.
Damien could see the brush and vines moving up ahead.
Changing your mind about my offer, tailor?
“No. I can take him,” Damien said, though in his heart, he wasn’t so sure. Fact was he’d likely have to kill this vampire, and that meant the deaths of Willa and Sky. How would he ever explain this to them or forgive himself for failing these women yet again? They deserved better. They deserved happiness and long lives.
But I can take him faster.
“Forget it. I’m not letting you out one week a month.”
Fine, one weekend a month.
The vampire drew closer.
“One weekend a year,” Damien countered.
Fine. Deal.
