Page 66 of Alpha Power

"Oh, this is just too good." Void chuckled.

"Shhh!" She hissed.

"You look like the 'before’ shot for a Somxl Wart Ad," Void said in between fits of laughter.

Maddox paled, his hands moving to touch his face. When his fingers brushed against a massive wart on his forehead, his mouth opened wide, and he screamed in horror. He blurred away a second later.

Darius smiled awkwardly. "He has a bit of a vanity issue."

A high-pitched scream echoed out through the windows in the mansion and out into the yard.

Navi appeared surrounded by a cloud of pixie dust, smiling evilly.

Void stared at her in fascination, a look of wonder in his eyes. "Where did you find it?" His fingers reached out to touch her but Navi zoomed away, going off to investigate her new home.

"Around," Zamorra replied evasively. She wasn't sure if she was meant to tell anyone about the pixie land inside of DeVos. Did others know?

Void narrowed his eyes. "More secrets." Turning away, he grumbled "I'm going on a hunt. If you need me, call out. I'll hear you." With a grunt he leapt into the air, jumping over the fence and disappearing into the forest.

"Oh come on," Darius whined, running after him.

"Stay away from his werewolf!" She yelled out to Darius as he ran after her uncle. "He'll bite your head clean off . . . and eat it."

Darius froze. "Please tell me you're joking."

She stared at him blankly.

“Great!" He said sarcastically, throwing his hands in the air. "Only I would be stuck babysitting the homicidal, head eating, Abercrombie and Fitch looking werewolf," he grumbled, chasing after Void.

Do you think he'd be freaked out if he knew we eat heads too?

Zamorra chuckled and watched Darius chase after her uncle, amusement rippling through her. If only the pretty boy vampire knew what he was running towards.

Void's werewolf was just as temperamental as her own, maybe even more so from what she could remember. It had been a few years since she'd last seen the beast, but she highly doubted that small amount of time changed its entire personality. There'd been plenty of times when her werewolf and his had gotten into serious disagreements. With two minds sharing the same body, it often meant that when one felt something - whether it be anger, excitement, sadness - the other felt it too. So whenever Zamorra and Void got into it, their werewolves would be just as riled up and ready for a fight.

The creaking hinges of the front door reached her ears, then Margaret’s scent permeated her nostrils.

"And, who was that hunk of premium cheesecake?" Margaret asked, staring after Void with lustful eyes.

Zamorra scrunched up her nose. "Okay, ew. That's my uncle."

Margaret licked her lips. "Mm, mm, mm. He looks like he would taste divine."

"Yuck, can you not?" Zamorra shivered, disgusted at the vampire's words.

"Is hestaying here?" Margaret asked and she shrugged.

"Who knows? Uncle Void is erratic. I never know what he's gonna do."

Margaret pushed her old, granny glasses up the bridge of her nose, pursing her lips in thought. "Oh really? Sounds like an interesting man."

"He's really not. If anything, he's fucking crazy."

"Definitely my kind of man, then," Margaret smiled, flashing her fangs.

Zamorra rolled her eyes and made for the house.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" Margaret asked, following close behind her.

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