Bad Blood (Book 4 of The Warden series) (34 page)

“Only women cry when their happy.”

“Only woman cry when their sad,” Daniel pitched. “Men drink when their sad and laugh when their drunk. They might be sad and laughing, and still not crying. So, no, crying is not the opposite of laughing.”

“So, what is the opposite of laughing?”

“Yelling!” Daniel technically raised his volume for that statement, but only for effect.

“In what world is yelling the opposite of laughing?” Heaton asked going so far as to get in his face.

“Laughing,” Daniel heard his cell phone tweeter from his rear pocket, but he ignored it so he could finish explaining. “Happy and sad are the polar opposites of one spectrum, that’s why you can laugh when you are happy or sad. Angry and jealous are opposite ends of a completely separate spectrum of emotions, those emotions cause yelling. Therefore yelling is the opposite of laughing.”

“Son of a bitch!” Heaton yelled.

“Hey don’t…”

“Behind you!” Heaton pointed with his wide eyes.

Daniel whipped around, hoping that Heaton would have a good laugh at his well-played joke, but the stark white elongated face behind him was no joke. The open mouth inches from him bore sticky yellow fangs. The creature hissed and dove for his neck, even as he stumbled back into Heaton.

Daniel heard a pop and the creature’s head bobbed to the right, followed by its body. Daniel fell back as the creature fell to the side. Heaton caught him and steadied him. A small pool of blood gathered around the head of the vampire. There was no need to check for a pulse, not because the vampire was undead like the story books said, but because he had a bullet through his brain, and that just wasn’t survivable.

Daniel cleared his throat and straightened his coat as he righted himself. He turned back to Heaton and looked him over. “You okay?”

Heaton looked on him with the same concern. “Yeah, you?”

“Good, good, never better.” He pushed his fingers through his hair reflexively to check for flyaway strands. “That was a good shot.”

“Yeah.” Heaton nodded.

“Nice to have her around,” Daniel said surveying the damaged body.

“Yeah,” Heaton did the same, “I’m glad I decided to keep her on.”

About the Author

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My handwriting used to be pretty legible and then I started writing as a hobby. It was all downhill after that.

I hate grapefruit. I love tongue—cow’s tongue. No seriously, it’s the best part of the cow.

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