A head falls to the ground.
I’m enraged. Fucking goddamn furious.
In the three blocks I’ve traveled, there are only two places a person could shout from the second floor, and it doesn’t take me long to deduce which one it is.
Faint music streams from a window, setting my blood to boil.
I waste no time going into the lobby of the building and climbing to the second floor.
My target is laid out on a couch, bottle in hand.
A part of me wants to kick his fucking head in, but I’m not going to be that nice.
“Heyyyy…” the man slurs when he sees me.
I walk over and grab him by his unkempt hair and drag him off the couch.
“What the—”
“This will go easier on you if you’re quiet,” I say, casually dragging him to the stairs and making my way down as he twists and struggles to break free.
I bring him outside, walking him down the street as he shouts.
“Careful,” I warn. “You’ll wake the dead.”
“Wh-what are you doing, man?” he stutters.
One hand I have twisted in his hair. The other holds my sword, which is now in constant use as the dead-heads wake.
Thankfully, I’m in layers. Good layers. Black suit layers.
I slaughter my way back to the hotel and drag the old man down to the parking garage, bringing him to what I call my interrogation room, where several dead bodies are piled.
I’ve done a lot of good work while here. It’s part of my job. Assessing threats, and there are none greater than other people.
I throw him in a chair, then tie his arms and legs to keep him there.
“Why you gotta do this, man? I ain’t got nothin’!”
“Remember that girl you hit with a bottle this morning? The one you tried to get killed?”
His eyes are foggy. He’s drunk. Probably never sober.
“Y-yeah…she tried to—”
“She didn’t do shit. She was under my protection. And now—you pay.”
He starts sputtering again, but I leave, slamming the door behind me. A day or two alone in the dark surrounded by the smell of corpses will be the perfect inauguration of his death.
I’ll make Remi watch. Letting her know what happens to someone that fucks with her. Letting her know I’m keeping my end of the deal.
And I’ll make her keep hers.
I go to re-enter the room, but I stop myself. If I walk through the door, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep myself from fucking her. There’s just no way. Feeling her cunt flutter around my dick as I ripped the orgasm from her was just too much not to take again.
And even though she belongs to me, I’m not about to do any real damage to her. I promised to protect her, and right now, what she needs protecting from is me.
I could go to the room I’ve claimed for myself, but there’s no sleep in my future. Not with how worked up I am.
So I guess it’s time to fuck up some dead-heads.