Chapter 125: _ Let Them Die!
Fergus, wanting nothing more than to sink his fangs into Cullen’s smug face, forced another playful smile. "Oh, really? Sounds scary. But you might not live to see that day, Cullen."
He then created a diversion for Cullen. "You seem a little... unsteady on your feet. Maybe you should lay off the... whatever it is you’re on."
Cullen’s seemed confused, his eyes widening in shock. He turned to his legs to see if he indeed was stepping on something and found that he wasn’t. Hence, he turned back to Fergus but before he could retort, Fergus, with lightning speed, pushed him back with a single, well-placed shove.
Cullen, who was completely unaware of the monstrous strength he was up against, went sprawling backward like a domino toppling over, landing with a comical yelp that echoed through the room.
Fergus couldn’t help himself. A fit of laughter that was loud and unrestrained, bubbled up from his chest. He doubled over, clutching his stomach with tears welling up in his eyes. It was just too perfect.
Here he was, a powerful ancient vampire hiding in the body of a small child, being threatened by a delusional, weak excuse for a werewolf.
The irony was delicious.
Cullen, who was now red-faced and sputtering, scrambled to his feet.
"Why, you...!"
He lunged towards Fergus, ready to strike, but before he could reach him, a bloodcurdling scream roared in the night air. It was a woman’s voice begging for help.
It was a sound Fergus loved. Something bad was happening. Ah– the delicious scent of blood was in the air.