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“ I’ll be damned. Crazy peck wasn’t lyin..”
Smoke held his gun seeing the dead bodies scattered inside the mill. Dead klan, most with bites so deep in their necks they might as well be headless. “ That spell Annie cast actually worked?” Stack asks kicking one of dead klansmen. Just to be sure. “ Don’t see Hogwood.” Smoke whispers checking the rooms. Stack whistles nod his head at the cellar. Both draw their guns opening it up.
“ Well good mornin to ya, Smoke n Stack~”
Remmick is sitting in corner mouth drenched in blood. He chuckles, “ Just got done with breakfast.” The twins see Bert and Joan gnawing on Hogwood. The Grand Dragon himself. “ H-,,,elp,,,me,,,” The fat fuck please reaching out with his bloody hand. “ That all of them?” Smoke asks holding his gun finger firmly on the trigger. “ Oh it’s all of them alright. Ain’t nobody coming here.” Bert answers teeth dripping with his uncle’s blood. “ Ya sure? Ain’t this your people?” Stack asks now with amusement. “ Ain’t our people no more.” Joan grins yet her eyes look so lifeless though. “ Any of them gone become one of yall?” Smoke looks at Remmick. “ Maybe ones with their heads still intact. Sun should kill em.” Remmick smirks eyes glowing as Hogwood slowly died.
“ Go on then. Get these racist fucks off my property.”
“ Ya heard the boss, Bert, Joan get to it.”
“ But…but the sun?”
“ Yall drank this man like pitcher of water. You’ll be fine. Won’t they, Smoke?”
“ Yeah get to it. Take this trash with ya.”
The couple drag Hogwood’s corpse out the cellar. The magic only bounded them and Remmick. Anyone else should be frying in the sun until there’s nothing left. “ How’s Sammie?” The twins snap their attention on Remmick. A deranged dog covered in all that blood. “ None of your concern. Yall best clean all this shit up before tonight.” Smoke warns hating how monster said his cousin’s name. “ But he’ll sing tonight won’t he?” Stack puts gun to Remmick’s temple.
“ Maybe, maybe not. As my brother said who don’t like repeat himself. Clean this shit up. Don’t you’ll be so far underground ya can’t even hear yourself.”
“ Yes sir. Y’all got some clothes for us to change into at least. Can’t exactly leave.”
“ Yeah I gotcha. C’mon Smoke we gotta check inventory.”
Remmick chuckles waving the twins goodbye. He stands rubbing some blood off his mouth. Orders were orders. Couldn’t disobey even if he tried. Not that it bothered Remmick. Long as he can see Sammie, hear him sing. If twins told him to walk into sun for few minutes Remmick will do just that. Remmick joined the others, mainly to supervise. Bert and Joan would yelp everytime sun touch their skin. He can sense their pain not for dead klansmen. That’s long gone. They’re officially reborn now.
“ You ain’t gonna help them?”
Stack asks, counting the crates of liquor. “ Not really.” Remmick answers plainly. “ Help me count then?” Stack adds tossing sweat cover rag to Remmick so he wipe his face. “ What if I got a condition?” Stack laughs and laughs some more shaking his head. “ You funny white boy. Start counting how many Irish beer we got.” Remmick sighs not wanting to but does anyway. He can feel Smoke starring him down upstairs. “ Mine I try one?” Remmick ask holding the bottle. “ Ya got money?” Remmick smirks pulling out three gold coins. Same money he used first time trying get inside. Stack takes them and Remmick makes a face. Like kid losing their teddy bear. Stack sucks his teeth giving two coins back. “ Thanks.” Remmick opens it drinking it whole. Remmick stares at the bottle once done. Eyes all soft.
“ How is it?”
“ Just like home…not as strong..”
“ You remember all that?”
“ Sometimes..it becomes hazy after so long.”
“ That’s sad shit…alright back to countin.”
“ Yeha alright.”
“ Stack what hell is this?”
Stack smiles big at his handy work. Remmick, Bert, and Joan were dressed nicely. All have some shade of purple on them. Clothes that actually fit Remmick. “ Hey now we gotta look good and folks pay good. Can’t have our new staff lookin crazy.” The trio grin in sync making Smoke shiver. Couldn’t believe his brother playing dress up with bunch of monsters. Couldn’t believe that they actually looked good in purple. Stack always knew how dress other nicely. They didn’t deserve it.
“ Listen up, yall stay out of sight and out of mind. Don’t go bothering my customers. And DON’T go eaten folks either. Yall stand outside making sure nobody startin trouble. Especially if they look like ya. Stack?”
“ Heh yall do good tonight might let ya inside. Now far as my cousin, Remmick, don’t go near him. Ya do I’ll shoot ya~”
The three nod slowly eyes glowing bright. Bert and Joan glanced at Remmick like he’s talking to them without moving his mouth. Smoke needed keep good eye on them. They were still part of the klan. Annie magic good but it can’t stop evil..or death itself. The three scattered into the darkness as everyone begins to arrive including Annie and Mary. Smoke goes to Annie. ” How they do?” She asks spotting glowing eyes in distance. “ Hm Klan dead buried and burned.” Annie nods holding Smoke’s arm tenderly.
” Ya sure this best way..couldn’t just kill them?”
” And let them hang you? The others? Couldn’t bare it Elijah. Die by them or become monster of night…”
” I suppose..I have a plan if they act funny don’t worry.”
” You don’t trust me?”
”…I didn’t say that woman. Come on let’s dance.”
Smoke takes Annie’s hand giving it soft kiss. Course he trusted her. He still wearing that magic bag after all.