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“Fine. Deal.”
Now let me out, brother. Let me show this smug sonofabitch who is the true king of the jungle.
Damien closed his eyes, inhaled slowly, and relaxed his mind, opening the cage where the beast lived.
Like a shock to the system, Damien felt his twin flow through his veins, filling his muscles, organs, and skin. Meanwhile, Damien shrank into a place in his own mind where he could see, feel, and hear everything while his brother drove.
Suddenly, a tall figure with shoulder-length dark hair appeared up ahead on the path. He wore the ascot, scarf, and the fine Armani suit.
The man actually looked great.
“Maxton the vampire, I presume,” growled the beast.
“Damien Greystone the tailor, I presume.” The vampire’s bright green eyes glowed in the shadows.
“Afraid not, vampire.”
“Then who are you?” Maxton asked.
“I am the one who is going to bathe in your blood, tear out your organs, and make your balls into a charm I shall wear around my neck. All while you remain awake. I hear from the locals, that’s the way you do business, yes?”
Beast! You must try to subdue him first!Damien roared.
“It has been a long time since I’ve enjoyed a fair fight. Bring it on, tailor.”
“I already said I’m not the tailor. I am your executioner.” The beast charged.
Beast! Subdue!Damien tried to force the beast back into the cage, but the fight was already on.
Late in the afternoon, Damien woke by the side of the raging river, Brutus staring down with a grin. “Looks like someone had fun.”
Damien glanced at his naked body covered in mud, blood, and bits of leaves. “What happened?” The last thing he remembered, the beast had the vampire in a headlock and the two were rolling down the steep mountain toward the waterfall. Then they went over. He distinctly recalled screaming his lungs out as they fell hundreds of feet toward a cluster of boulders below.
“You and that vampire went at it for hours,” Brutus said.
“Went…at…it?” Damien questioned, sitting up and rubbing the huge knot at the back of his head.
“Not that way, tailor. You fought nonstop for hours. The ladies even got out the popcorn and chairs. It was quite the spectacle.” Brutus scratched the side of his head. “Never seen anything like it.”
MF ran up, panting. “Oh good! He finally found you! Damien. Ohmygod. That was amazing! I’ve never seen anyone take so many punches. And, wow, the way you dished right back? How are your balls, by the way?”
“What are you talking about?” Damien looked down at his penis and then covered it with his hand. Thankfully, everything looked intact.
“Don’t you remember?” MF asked.
“No.” And it was highly unusual. Had he blacked out after the waterfall while his beast stayed conscious?
Damien reached into his mind, feeling around for his brother. He was asleep. Passed out, actually.What the hell?
“Either way, tailor,” said Brutus, “you have earned some serious respect from Fina and her sisters. There’s talk of a statue.”
“Where’s the vampire now?” Damien stood up, feeling like his body had been run over by several semis. And a herd of elephants.
“He’s in my hut.” Brutus chuckled. “You know, I think you were just what he needed to bring him out of his shell. Damned vampire won’t stop chatting.”
“You are joking, yes?” Damien asked.
“Come see for yourself.”
