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Lloyd was pretty sure he’d heard something, and that something had sounded a hell lot like a scream. He wanted to believe it had been his imagination playing tricks, the wind howling, or just the island being up to its usual shit, but he wasn’t counting on it ( Read more... )
Lloyd was pretty sure he’d heard something, and that something had sounded a hell lot like a scream. He wanted to believe it had been his imagination playing tricks, the wind howling, or just the island being up to its usual shit, but he wasn’t counting on it ( Read more... )
The yell - more of an echo from where Lloyd was standing - might have actually turned him a few shades paler, and he refelxively bit down, with painful results. "Owwshit," Lloyd hissed, wincing hard and baring his fangs while at it. He tasted blood straight away, and while in his current condition it tasted a little bit like chocolate syrup, Jesus it stung. It must have been what? The tenth time it had happened today? "I'm a va-ow-ampire, what's it look like?" he shot back, glaring at Flagg with his face still caught in a half-grimace. He hadn't intended for it to come out all bitchy-sounding like that, but he was nervous as hell, his tongue was in danger of turning into swiss cheese, and this night was one big mess about to turn even messier. Glen was in there someplace, and Lloyd couldn't stop his gaze from going over Flagg's shoulder now, only he couldn't see a damn thing.
He needed to keep talking, if only to keep Flagg busy, but the words came out dry and unconvincing, "It's from that movie, you know? With the biker vampires. It's pretty good." To be honest, Lloyd didn't remember much else about it, except that it had that hot vampire chick called Sky or Star or Spark or something. For a moment, his eyes slid down to Flagg's hand, the one he was keeping in his pocket. He was keeping something in there, and Lloyd didn't really want to find out what.
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