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“Fine. I can do that. I can handle a kiss,” Henry said calmly while his head was a mess.
The vampire’s evil smile widened. “Fine, fine. Let me go make some calls, and I'll have them switch and make the adjustments.”
Henry sighed as his sire walked away looking way too upbeat for this to have been anything other than a well-coordinated trap. Whatever, it would be fine.
It was…just a kiss. He rolled his eyes.Yes, just a kiss with a young werewolf who was trying to get into his pants, Henry thought with exasperation.
Eyes closed, Turney took a deep breath as the water ran over him. He had already finished cleaning and was just sort of standing there under the spray. While he couldn’t fully enjoy the heat of the water anymore, as temperature change didn’t really affect him much…it still felt good.
Taking another deep breath, he turned with his eyes still closed and walked forward, reaching out for one of the towels he knew was hanging there on the far wall of the rather large shower.
When his hand came in contact with something that was neither tile nor towel, his eyes shot open. He screamed, arm winding back without thought. He punched into the man standing there covered in blood as he was about to bring down an ax.
His fist went through the ‘man’ and into the tile, the vision popping into nothing like a balloon. Turney stood there speechless, just staring at his fist that was now embedded into the wall of the shower.
* * *
Octavius hummed theGhostbusters’theme song as he flew around and pressed fake stringy arterial spray to the sticky substance he had placed on the walls and ceiling moments before. It made it look like the walls were bleeding. Octavius had considered spraying fake liquid blood on the walls…but he had quickly decided against that idea. Wouldn’t want Henry to have a meltdown…again…
Though this was Scarlett’s house, so it probably would have been her freaking out on him. He grimaced at the thought. Yes, he had made a good decision!
Octavius pressed another piece to the wall when an idea popped into his head. Grinning, he looked around and then started to spin.
“Wheee.” He giggled, spinning around in circles, flinging the moldable plastic blood at the walls.
At the sound of the door slamming open, he stopped suddenly with a gasp, almost falling from the air. Some of the fake strings of blood flew from his hands. Octavius winced when the piece smacked Turney in the face.
The zombie flinched as the blood strings bounced off his face before falling to the ground. Turney’s expression was a mixture of fury and shock, before the shock fell away to just fury. The zombie's hazel green gaze flicked up to him. “You!” Turney growled.
His eyes widened. “Me?! Wait, you shouldn’t be in here!” He landed in front of the zombie.
Turney glared down at him. The zombie’s short brown hair looked damp, and like someone had been tugging on it as it stood up in spots—probably Turney himself.
Staring up at his zombie bun, he just barely held back his sigh of appreciation. Turney was so handsome. Pretty oval face, aquiline nose, square jaw, plush lips. Sure, he was pale now, his skin no longer tanned by the sun…but he was all his! All Octavius’. It was a shame his toned body was currently hidden behind baggy black sweats.
“Octavius, are you even listening to me?!” Turney snapped.
Oh, he definitely hadn’t been. “Uh…yes?”
“You... UGH!” Turney growled and threw something on the ground in front of him.
Octavius looked down at the crumpled-up piece of paper. He winced when he realized it was one of his sticky spells—uh oh…
“Stop leaving these all about! You are going to give me a heart attack!”
Octavius blinked, head tilting, before pointing out, “But you are a zombie, you can’t have a heart attack…”
“I literally broke the shower!” Turney snapped.
Oh no…that…was not good. “Oh, we need to fix that before Scarlett finds out!”
“TOO LATE!” Turney hissed. “I already told her.”
“How could you?!” Octavius cried.
Oh no, he was in big trouble!Scarlett was probably going to tie him down and lecture him, he thought with a pout.
“Maybe don’t put an illusion of a fucking murderer trying to ax me to death in the bathroom!”
