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“Lady Van Dyne, we got an issue in the cash room,” Ben said in a mocking voice the moment the elevator started its descent.

“She can probably still hear you, you know,” Jason said as he rolled back his sleeves.

“What’s it even matter? She can feel my contempt.” Ben gestured aggressively to his head.

“You gotta view it right. She lets us go because we can eat thieves. You do like food, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And if any of the staff see something they shouldn’t…” Jason trailed off and shrugged as a sly smile crept on to his face.

“Well, Boss lady is pretty explicit about what the staff shouldn’t see. And this is a violent robbery after all.”

“See? It’s just a matter of point of view,” Jason said as he clapped a hand on his sibling’s shoulder. “When you get older, you’ll get to make your kids jump hoops too. So enjoy the little things.”

The elevator opened with a sharp ding and the pair of vampires exited at a swift pace. Shouts, grunts, and the echos of bodies being thrown around reverberated through the nearby walls, letting the pair know that their intruders were still in the nearby cash room. Jason reached the door first, finding it closed as two guards attempted to pull it open. He shoved them aside and grabbed the handle.

The moment the door moved, it was blown open by the airborne body of a security guard, spinning Jason to the side and then throwing him backwards as the body slammed into him. Ben could scarcely react before a blur of red, white, and pink was on him in a rain of sharp blows. He stumbled under the siege before he could finally see through it, his hand lashing out to snatch his attacker by their slim neck.

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At the end of his grip was a small woman, her face a mask of rage and excitement. She was dressing in a short pink skirt and white halter. The red was both her hair and blood, the origin of which was suspect. How such a small woman could move so fast was confusing, but it wouldn’t matter soon. Ben squeezed her neck, as knocking her out would keep her a viable meal.

“Ben!” Jason shrieked. Ben looked past his catch to see Jason being dragged into the cash room. “Wolves!”

Even as the words left Jason’s mouth, the edge of Ben’s vision blurred as his captive shifted from a small woman to a small werewolf. She’d planted a bare foot on his chest in her human form, which was of little consequence, but now that foot was punctuated by five sharp claws that shredded his chest like buckshot tissue paper. The pain was intense, and he lost his grip on the violently squirming werewolf. As she dropped to the ground she spun, her teeth tearing into his arm and leg as she fell. If the scratches on his chest were intense, the bites were blinding as his arm and leg stopped responding to his commands, but didn’t stop issuing their horrific pain. He found himself falling towards his attacker as she touched the ground, knees bent, body coiled to strike. She then lunged upward, and he felt her jaws slam shut on his neck.

His body went limp, but he could still feel everything. The wounds on his chest, arm, and leg were still very real, but nothing would move as he asked. The woman, holding his neck firmly in her jaws, dragged him into the cash room and dropped him next to Jason, allowing him to look into his older brother’s eyes.

“Well done, Pen,” A male voice came as he heard the door to the cash room close again.

“He never saw it coming,” A female voice replied, thick with smugness.

“I wish we had more time,” Another male voice said as Ben felt his shoes being pulled off.

“I know, but I want to get up to join the others if possible,” The first male voice said.

Ben watched Jason’s face twist into a rictus of pain and horror as the sound of tearing flesh and fabric filled his ears.

Ben tried to scream as he felt teeth sink into his leg, but he couldn’t. He could only feel.