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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week we have a picture prompt.
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Lightning splintered the pitch black sky as Ezekiel bounced down the rut filled road. The pounding rain made it difficult to see what little of the road he could. He could handle all of it if his body wasn’t burning with a white hot lust he didn’t understand. It raged harder with every mile that he crept past until it drove him insane. He needed to pull over for the night before he wrapped his truck around one of the massive pine tree trunks beside the road.
He sighed with relief as the obnoxious neon lights of a bar lit up the side of the road brighter than the lightning. A few beers might calm down the all-fired beast in his pants. It would at least settle his nerves.
He parked the truck then hopped out of his truck sprinting for the glass door. By the time he stepped inside, he was soaked to the bone.
It seemed a little odd to Ezekiel that there was only a handful of people in the place but then again he didn’t know just how far off the map he wandered. He sauntered to the bar and plopped down on a stood. He ordered a beer from the bartender then glanced around. A chill ran up his spine. Every set of eyes were focused on him. A couple guys grinned at him like he was prey.
It was then that he caught sight of something sharp and pearly white in the glow of the neon.
A pair of fangs. Fuck.
“What is it with you guys and bars, huh? I always pictured that you would be more wine and cheese snobs than canned beer and pretzels,” he questioned.