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But Kavanaugh didn’t look so convinced. FNG took a step toward him, but that was all it took for him to flee to the other side of the room, tossing chairs out of his way to get away from the man he suspected of being…well, I wasn’t sure what he thought FNG was. If I had to guess, he assumed FNG was carrying the plagues of Egypt.
“Just stay away!”
“Kavanaugh, it’s just me?—”
“Do you think I’m fucking stupid? That I would fall for that so easily?” he scoffed. “No, you need to prove it’s really you. Strip!”
FNG balked at the order. “You…you want me to strip?”
“That’s right,” he said with more confidence than I knew he had. The man was perspiring like he’d been sitting in a sauna for three hours.
I looked at FNG, then back to Kavanaugh. He was serious. He wasn’t moving until FNG proved that he wasn’t a vampire or zombie. And now that I thought about it, I sort of wanted proof too.
“Why don’t you just…prove it,” I said, glancing around the room, noting the others were on the same page as me. I don’t think any of them really thought FNG was a zombie, but a little proof would go a long way in making us all feel better.
Sighing, FNG pulled his pants off first, which in hindsight was a bad move since he wasn’t actually wearing any underwear.
“Oh!” I shouted, covering my eyes. “Alright, that’s good. We’ve seen enough. Pull your damn pants back up.”
He did as requested with a grin on his face the whole time.
“Good enough?” he asked with a cocky grin.
“No, the shirt too,” Kavanaugh snapped, his eyes narrowing in on the red stain coming from FNG’s clothes.
“Honey?” he asked, turning to his wife. “A little help?”
She smiled at him and lifted the hem of his shirt, being extra careful around the wound. But when the shirt was overhead, all we could do was stare.
“Is that…” IRIS stared at his chest with extreme fascination.
“It can’t be,” Eli whispered.
“It is,” Kavanaugh declared. “He’s a fucking vampire! I fucking knew it!”
Commotion broke out around the room as everyone scooted out of their chairs, pulling their guns or finding any weapon to defend themselves.
“Seriously, guys? Bullets don’t kill vampires!” FNG shouted over the noise.
“I’ve got a silver bullet with your name on it!” Thumper shouted.
“You don’t have a silver bullet,” FNG said, rolling his eyes.
“Bullets won’t work anyway,” Kavanaugh screamed, standing on a chair now.
I turned to him, shaking my head. “You hide on chairs for mice, not vampires,” I muttered under my breath.
“Just stay the fuck away, you demon monster!”
“Guys, none of this is going to help. I know none of you have a silver bullet. Lock, tell them. I already have a fucking stake in my body. If that didn’t kill me, I must not be a vampire.”
Lock shifted his position, trying to reason with what he was seeing. “Vampires need a stake to the chest. You only have one in your side.”
“Let’s stake him!” Edu shouted.
“With what? We don’t have a stake,” Brock said in an incredulous tone.
“Don’t tell him that!” Edu snapped at his teammate. “You don’t tell a vampire you don’t have the means to kill him!”
