Grey turned horrified eyes from Lita to Old Man , who looked both horrified and peeved . “ Now look what you made me do !” he spat . “ Now I ’ ll have to hurry or her blood will be useless .”
Grey screamed and rushed at Old Man , heedless of the gun or the danger to himself . Old Man aimed the gun at Grey , but it was too late . They tumbled to the floor , Grey knocking the gun from his hand and rearing his fist back for a punch . Old Man sent a fist flying into Grey instead , knocking the younger man off him . Grunting as he stood , Old Man went for Lita and picked her up by the hair . Her shirt was stained red , as was the carpet Lita had lain on . From his pocket , Old Man withdrew a boxcutter , extending the blade .
“ No time to make it neat ,” he said , dragging Lita ’ s body to the bed . “ We ’ re going to have to do this without the funnel , sweetie . I ’ m sorry .”
Grey rolled onto his hands and knees . From his new vantage point , he could see Tabitha ’ s face . She looked like she was fighting the urge to cry and release lifethreatening tears . “ Daddy ,” she moaned . “ Please don ’ t make me drink blood again .”
“ I ’ m sorry , Tabby .” Old Man stuck the boxcutter in Lita ’ s neck before lifting her over Tabitha . “ Open your mouth .”
As Old Man withdrew the boxcutter from Lita ’ s neck , Knives ran and latched onto him . She screamed , bit Old Man ’ s shoulder , and scratched every bit of skin she could reach . Old Man roared in pain and tried stabbing Knives with the boxcutter , only to cut himself instead .
Grey staggered to his feet . Remembering the knife in his pocket , he drew it out and ran at Old Man , arm held high . Before he could swing it down though , Old Man managed to get ahold of Knives and throw her off him
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