Page 60 of Dear Mr. Vampire

“Lonzo.” Zand called out to him.

“How you know my name? Who the fuck are you?”

“It doesn’t matter. You need to leave. She said no. You should go.”

“Go.” Lonzo laughed out loud. “I should go. Coco, where you find this dumb muthafucka. I should go. No, yo’ bitch ass should go. I’m having a conversation with my bitch. You go before I buss a cap in your clear ass.”

“I’m not leaving without Chanel. I don’t want to hurt you.” Zand calmly stated, like he was a hostage negotiator.

Why the fuck was he so calm? I was about to pee on myself.

“Hurt me?” Lonzo waved the gun around. “This muthafucka crazy. I’m the one with the gun.” He took the steps needed to walk around the bed. He landed only a few feet from Zand.

My current beau glanced over at me with an expression that I could only describe as mildly annoyed. I tensed when I saw him take a step toward Lonzo.

“Really, you stepping to me. I’m the one with the fucking gun, son, and you, the dumb muthafucka that showed up here without a strap.”

“I don’t need one.” Zand took two more steps toward Lonzo.

Oh, my god! No! No! Zand, no!

“I gave you a chance to leave. I wish you would’ve taken it.”

“You wild. Coco, where you find this fool?”

I looked at Lonzo and then back at Zand, who was looking right at me instead of the gun that was pointed at his chest. Something in his eyes told me this was the last time I would seehim. When Lonzo shoots him, he’s going to have to shoot me because I am a witness to another murder.

Zand turned away from me. He stared right into Lonzo’s eyes and slowly took step after brave step toward him.

“Stop!” Lonzo said, but it was too late. The gun went off.

A scream pierced the air, and it was coming from me. I jumped off the bed and stumbled back into the wall.

My body shook. The fear I had inside me was amped up to one hundred percent. I waited for Zand to fall, but he didn’t. He just stood there. Lonzo just stood there. I leaned against the wall, waiting for something. I looked down at Zand’s gray t-shirt and there was a red bloodstain right in the center of his chest.

“You fucking shot me.” Zand coolly stated, just like someone in shock that was going to fall to their knees and die in seconds. But he wasn’t falling.

His hands reached out and karate chopped the gun from Lonzo’s hands. The pistol went flying across the room. Lonzo went to retrieve it but Zand kicked him so hard he went flying across the room and landed inside my open closet doors.

Dazed, Lonzo stumbled to his feet and charged toward Zand like he was unscathed. Zand was ready. He punched Lonzo in his face and I heard a loud cracking sound. Blood gushed from Lonzo’s nose, but that didn’t stop him from charging right back at Zand.

I moved closer to the door. I needed to call the police, but my purse had landed on the other side of the bed. I tripped over my shoes, making a thumping sound with my feet as I inched toward the door. It was only a small sound, but it was loud enough to distract Zand.

He looked over at me and… and…and…breathe, focus.

Zand’s eyes weren’t normal. The warm tan was the brightest red. They were glowing like vast pools of blood moons. His teeth were different. He had fangs. His skin was pale, nothing like his normal color. I could see blue and green veins jagged across hisface and neck. It didn’t look like Zand. His face was like a grizzly bear or some other animal.

While his red eyes locked with mind, he reached behind him and grabbed Lonzo by his neck. He lifted Lonzo into the air. I could see him lift this two hundred pound man in the air like he was a newborn baby.

Lonzo was gagging and his bare feet were swinging at least three feet above the ground. Zand looked away from me to look up at the petrified Lonzo. He lowered him just as Lonzo was passing out.

I jumped back when Zand opened his mouth and took a huge bite out of Lonzo’s shoulder. Blood ran down Zand’s face. His red eyes closed for a quick second only to open and land on me.

Screaming was an option, but I couldn’t yell. My vocal chords weren’t working. My legs got a boost, and I went running for the bedroom door. I ran into the hall and made it through to the living room and as soon as my hand touched the doorknob I was out.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ZAND

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