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Robby exploded. “Fucking bitch, you don’t even know what’s going on!” he shouted, and Molly barely managed to sidestep before he grabbed the air where she’d been.
She screamed and opened the door to leave, only to be pushed back in by the crowd at the door. Ted and Belinda were the first to push their way into her room, but several more people followed — there were two elves straight from Lord of the Rings, tall and elegant with their pointed ears and hunting bows and quivers, and a man and a woman both equally covered in copious amounts of leather. All four of them were ready to strike: the arrows were notched, the woman had a gun aimed at Robby, and the man was palming a knife, and he looked like he was getting ready to throw it.
Robby backed toward her window, away from the group at the door. Molly was too dumbstruck to do anything, and she wasn’t sure what she would have done anyway.
“Worthless human,” Robby spat, not taking his eyes from the supernaturals—for that was the only word she had for what they were—then he spun on his heel, opened the window quickly, and jumped through it.
“Robby stop!” Molly shouted, running across the room to lean out and look down. She was on the fourth floor—a fall from this height might not kill him, but it wouldn’t be pleasant.
The elves followed her, trying to take aim on either side, and she elbowed them. “Oh, back off, you don’t need to kill him.” Then she looked down, only to discover that Robby wasn’t there. “Where’d he go?” she asked. She looked out across the yard and couldn’t see anyone in the surprisingly well-lit area — it was too early for most people to be awake, though she was certain several of her neighbors had been woken up with all of the shouting.
As if her thoughts had conjured it, there was a knock at the door—who had closed it after the supernaturals had come in? Seconds later, her phone started ringing. She glanced between the door and her cell, trying to decide which she should answer. Then, hopeful that Robby may be trying to contact her, hopeful that he hadn’t been hurt by the fall, she answered the phone.
“Miss Singer?” a male voice asked when she answered.
“Yes, who is this?” The knock sounded at the door again, and Belinda began fluttering around Molly’s head anxiously.
“Miss Singer, this is Detective Baker. I’m one of the people investigating —”
“I remember you, Detective Baker,” Molly said quickly, cutting him off before she could say the words she knew were coming. “How can I help you?”
“We have a few more questions for you. Could you come down to the station sometime this morning?”
She looked out the window one last time, then glanced at the door. “I don’t have a car,” she said. “But if someone can pick me up, I can be ready in ten minutes.”
“I’ll send someone for you. Thank you Miss Singer. I’ll see you soon.”
She hung up and answered the door.
“Molly?”
It was a girl she didn’t recognize, but she looked older. An RA maybe? She’d missed the orientation session where she would have met her—she’d been at the library instead of going.
“Yes,” she said. “Can I help you?”
The girl glanced behind her at the five other people in the room. “Is everything okay? I heard a scream.”
Molly nodded quickly, aware that she probably looked pale and stricken. She felt shocky—too much was happening too fast today. “Everything’s fine,” she said, trying to be as convincing as possible.
The girl’s eyes widened as she caught sight of something on the floor. Too late, Molly realized that the imp was still in her room, slumped on the floor where Robby had left her. “It’s not what you think,” Molly said, rushing to calm the girl. “Seriously, everything in okay.”
Ted stepped forward and set his hand on Molly’s shoulder. “It’s too late, Molly,” he said calmly. “She’s not listening anymore. She’s seen too much. Let me leave with her—I’ll try to get her calmed down before the police get here.”
“Shit!” Molly said, not even caring that she was cursing at this point. “Why is everything happening at once?”
Belinda flitted over and took charge. “Ted, go tend to the girl. You two,” she said, pointing to the elves, “Go take care of that imp. Get rid of her so she won’t be found or bring any more trouble to Molly. Don’t let anyone see you. And whatever you do, don’t shoot any humans. And you two,” she said, whirling on the leather-garbed couple. “Fuck, are you really a pair of humans?”
The woman shrugged. “Vampire hunters.”
Belinda rolled her eyes. “Worse than fucking fairies. Fine. Go make yourself useful somewhere else. I don’t know … Go look for Robby or something. Just stay out of the way.” She hesitated. “And don’t let anyone see you either.”
“Wait!” Molly said, stopping the two as they were about to leave. “I don’t care about finding Robby—he’ll come back around eventually anyway. You said you were vampire hunters? One was here last night.”
“What?!” Belinda and the man both shouted. Ted had already left with the girl, and the elves were too busy hauling the imp out the door to pay attention any more.
Molly nodded. “He’s the one who killed Sarah. He seemed … insane. I think he’s going to kill again, keep killing. I tried to stop him but—”
“We’ll find him,” the man said, brow furrowed.
As they were leaving, Molly’s phone rang again.
“Miss Singer? We’re waiting outside to pick you up and take you to the station.”
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