“Yeah, yeah,” Lucy said. “And I have a magic spindle that weaves beautiful prom dresses on its own.”
“You’re such a Minikin,” Loki mumbled as he saw the girl dressed as the Wicked Witch of the West passing by. He puffed Magic Dust in her eyes from the palm of his hand without anyone noticing but Lucy. The girl stopped in her tracks, instantly falling asleep. Loki caught her before she made a huge thud on the floor. “See?” he grinned at Lucy. “Another drunk bites the dust!” Loki raised his voice against the loud music and pointed at the sedated girl. Her friends hurried toward him and pulled her back to what they called the ‘rescue room.’ To them, she was the ninth partyholic to pass out tonight—the other eight weren’t Loki’s fault.
“We’ve just avenged Dorothy!” One of her friends, dressed as the Cowardly Lion, shouted with the Wicked Witch of the West piled onto his back.
“Any more questions?” Loki said, with a hint of cockiness.
“Who are you, Loki Blackstar?” Lucy’s eyes shined. She eyed him from top to bottom like the other girl. “I can’t believe I’m going to let this dork think I like him,” Lucy scowled then took a deep breath and strolled toward him.
“There’s a first dork for everything,” Loki mumbled.
Dork Dracula looked like he’d been struck by lightning when Lucy talked to him. In less than a minute, he was on his way out the door with Lucy. When he tried to touch her, she slapped him on the back of his hand like a naughty child.
Before Loki could follow them outside, someone bumped into him with a drink again. It was Donnie Cricketkiller with his two vampire hunter friends, Beetlebuster and Beebully.
“I brought you a drink,” Donnie smirked. He was almost twice as big as Loki.
“I’m on a diet,” Loki said, knowing all Donnie wanted was to get his hands on his vampire, and bully him for fun on the side.
“Take a day off,” Donnie sneered, squeezing Loki up against the wall.
“My only day off is Easter, so we’re going to have to wait a while,” Loki showed him his academy-award-winning fake smile. “You can occupy yourself with coloring some eggs until then.”
Donnie spilled his drink over Loki’s head. His friends laughed and a couple of girls who’d seemed interested in Loki, now walked away. Although Donnie was big, Loki was a tough hunter and had his own way to fight back. If only he was allowed to cause trouble in the Ordinary World. Charmwill had told him they wouldn’t permit him back in Heaven if he did, even if he killed the ninety-nine vampires.
“We’re short on vampires for the night. So we thought we’d kill yours like we always do,” Donnie chuckled, tapping his fleshy hand on Loki’s cheek—they felt like frog legs.
Loki made his hand into a fist, but avoided gritting his teeth. He was too proud to show his frustration to Donnie. There were times when Loki thought of staking Donnie like a vampire, and the hell with going back to Heaven. It took all of his willpower not to.
Charmwill had also told Loki about the darkness he had inside him from his past life, and that it was why he wasn’t allowed to fight back against guys like Donnie Cricketkiller, or that darkness would re-surface. He was puzzled by the kind of darkness Charmwill was talking about, and how it played into his past life.
“If you don’t cooperate, we’re not going to beat you up, but we’re going to beat your lovely Carmen,” Donnie said.
Loki couldn’t let that happen. Carmen was his best and only friend.
“Look, Donnie. The party is infested with vampires,” Loki choked. “Pick someone else.”
“But I heard yours had a large price on his head,” Donnie said.
This was what bothered Loki the most. Donnie and his friends were merely normal vampire hunters, doing it for the money. None of them were half-angels, and they didn’t need the job as much as he did. Loki had to get rid of them. He was already behind schedule for meeting up with Lucy. He didn’t have time to mess with these Minikins.
“This big boy here is a vampire hunter!” Loki shouted to the crowd, pointing at Donnie who instantly let go of him. If Loki wasn’t allowed to defend himself against Donnie, at least he could outsmart him. “A real vampire hunter!” Loki yelled, still pointing at Donnie.
The music stopped abruptly, and every real vampire in the house turned their head with their real fangs out to face Donnie Cricketkiller, Beetlebuster, and Beebully. Girls started screaming as the vampires went rogue and began biting teens for real. Things got messy in a blink of an eye. Donnie and his friends ran away before they became victims to the bloodbath.