Page 127 of Even Vampires Bleed
I need to stop complaining though, because they’re almost done, and soon, they won’t be able to moan, groan or scream.
I’m about to make sure of that.
If only they could hasten and stop fucking once and for all.
I look at the butcher's knife I stole from the kitchen.
I can’t carry it in my bat form so it’s been hell to bring it here, which explains why I’m not letting my eyes stay away from that thing until the two assholes inside the bedroom are finally asleep.
Every second feels like an hour.
Every minute is like a day.
And when I know it’s been more than an hour and they’re still not done, it feels like an eternity.
What the hell is taking them so long?
When I’ve finally lost track of time, I hear the loudest moan ever coming from inside the room and then silence.
I can hear bed sheets rustling and someone padding to what I know is the bathroom. Someone flushes and then walks back to the bed.
More bed sheets rustle and then nothing.
Now I only have to wait.
Now I’m only minutes away from getting revenge for the man I love.
I know it might not be enough to let him live freely.
I have no idea if there are, yet again, other holo linked to that chip in his brain.
But I also know that those two deserve what I have in store for them.
One of them pushed the button, and the other one knew what it would do and probably encouraged it from the interactions I’ve seen the past few days.
Now that everything is silent, the time flows differently and what was once annoyance is now anticipation.
I’m so freaking ready.
But I still have to wait because their heartbeats haven’t completely calmed down, which means even the slightest mistake could still alert them. And first, I have to shift inside the trash system, slip the knifethrough the aspiration hole, and then shift back to my bat form to enter the room. Only then will I be able to pick the butcher's knife and do what I came here for.
It’s a lot of things that could make more noise than I’m willing to let slip in these conditions.
I can’t mess this up.
I take a deep breath and listen some more.
Everything calm—heartbeat included.
So, very slowly and very carefully, I shift, push, shift, pass through the opening, and shift again.
It’s all going well.
I don’t want to jinx it and say it’s going too well, though.
Well, I had to spend days with trash and listening to things that almost made me want to puke more than the smell. So I can’t say it’s going too well.
Carefully, I walk to the bed.
