melted a hole in the floor. I
found him stuck as the floor solidified around his legs. It took a
crew with two
jackhammers working ten hours to get him out. That one had been a bit difficult to explain to the human authorities.
If you weren't on Crash's good side, then there was a good chance you could stop existing. Luckily, Razers didn't seem to affect vampires. We were already dead, removed from this realm, yet somehow still anchored here. Crash had told me once that when he looked at me, all he saw was a hole in the fabric of space. There was no pattern, no logic to my existence, nothing he could undo. For that alone, I was thankful to be undead.
"Dammit, Crash!” I growled, my eyes glossing over black. “This is important. Don't make me bleed you.” I grabbed his expensive leather jacket and lifted him easily off the ground. I didn't want to have to pull the Vamp card on him, but if he wasn't going to help me— I stopped myself.
Crash was playing cool, but I could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest. He was scared out of his mind. I was one of the few things he had no defense against. If I decided to take him, it was all over. And he knew it.
Setting him down, I took a step back from him and tried to regain my focus. “I just need to know if you can raze it."
Adjusting his glasses, he straightened his leather jacket with a quick tug. He stared angrily at me. “You know I hate it when you do that."
I nodded. It seemed everyone hated it when I went all vampy, probably with good reason. "Give a bloke a heart attack. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I had a condition? Like a pacemaker or something? Shouldn't do that.” He was playing it up now. I had folded my hand. Crash knew I needed him more than he needed me. He turned back to the park. “I don't think I want to raze this one, Rose."
I shifted my weight between my feet impatiently. “Why not?" "It's a work of art,” Crash said gently. “It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Besides,” he turned back to me, “think of the children. You don't want them playing in the street again, do you? A damned shame, that's what it would be."
I sighed in frustration. Now he was just yanking my chain. I was done. There were other ways to do this. I didn't need him. “Fine. Go find your hookers and have a good time,” I looked squarely in his eyes, “but I'll remember this the next time.” Walking around the driver's side of my car, I yanked open the door angrily.
His eyes widened. “Wait,” Crash said, rushing toward me. “I was just jerking you around. You know, a little payback for going allQueen of the Damned on me." I shook my head. I had given him his chance. “I don't have time for this, Crash." "Okay, okay.” He turned and walked back to the grass’ edge. “Down to work.” He paused and leaned slightly to the right. “There's a seam right there,” he said, pointing just past the jungle gym. “I can see the
jackhammers working ten hours to get him out. That one had been a bit difficult to explain to the human authorities.
If you weren't on Crash's good side, then there was a good chance you could stop existing. Luckily, Razers didn't seem to affect vampires. We were already dead, removed from this realm, yet somehow still anchored here. Crash had told me once that when he looked at me, all he saw was a hole in the fabric of space. There was no pattern, no logic to my existence, nothing he could undo. For that alone, I was thankful to be undead.
"Dammit, Crash!” I growled, my eyes glossing over black. “This is important. Don't make me bleed you.” I grabbed his expensive leather jacket and lifted him easily off the ground. I didn't want to have to pull the Vamp card on him, but if he wasn't going to help me— I stopped myself.
Crash was playing cool, but I could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest. He was scared out of his mind. I was one of the few things he had no defense against. If I decided to take him, it was all over. And he knew it.
Setting him down, I took a step back from him and tried to regain my focus. “I just need to know if you can raze it."
Adjusting his glasses, he straightened his leather jacket with a quick tug. He stared angrily at me. “You know I hate it when you do that."
I nodded. It seemed everyone hated it when I went all vampy, probably with good reason. "Give a bloke a heart attack. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I had a condition? Like a pacemaker or something? Shouldn't do that.” He was playing it up now. I had folded my hand. Crash knew I needed him more than he needed me. He turned back to the park. “I don't think I want to raze this one, Rose."
I shifted my weight between my feet impatiently. “Why not?" "It's a work of art,” Crash said gently. “It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Besides,” he turned back to me, “think of the children. You don't want them playing in the street again, do you? A damned shame, that's what it would be."
I sighed in frustration. Now he was just yanking my chain. I was done. There were other ways to do this. I didn't need him. “Fine. Go find your hookers and have a good time,” I looked squarely in his eyes, “but I'll remember this the next time.” Walking around the driver's side of my car, I yanked open the door angrily.
His eyes widened. “Wait,” Crash said, rushing toward me. “I was just jerking you around. You know, a little payback for going allQueen of the Damned on me." I shook my head. I had given him his chance. “I don't have time for this, Crash." "Okay, okay.” He turned and walked back to the grass’ edge. “Down to work.” He paused and leaned slightly to the right. “There's a seam right there,” he said, pointing just past the jungle gym. “I can see the