"Pity then," she replied dryly. "I'm not insane. I don't think I could pull it off, honestly." Crazy was too disorganized for her and Abby didn't want to kill indiscriminately, besides. That just wasn't her cup of tea, since it was too close to how the vamps were from home. She didn't think Wade was that crazy, since he hadn't gone on any kind of killing spree that she'd heard about. She would've, too, seeing as she worked at the Police Department. Maybe he'd gone crazy during the monsters, but they'd needed that. That was a fucking mess she hadn't liked cleaning up at all.
Abby laughed, more than a little amused at how open and honest Wade was about whatever he was thinking. "Well they're not going anywhere," she replied, shaking her head. "I don't share my fights, but nice try. Not even to be on your favorites list or to talk to your favorite fuck. I don't share my fights with my favorite fuck unless I'm feeling particularly outnumbered. Way we hunt, that doesn't happen often. There's not enough nests left back home though, and this place? They're domestic. Not nesting." Fucking shame, too.
She almost wished they were nesting. Would've given her something to do.
"Fuck if I know how. This place just up and decided I was going to be a police officer. I spent my life learning how to kill vampires because that's what my dad did. Seemed a hell of a lot better than any alternative when I realized what went bump in the night. When my dad died, I took over the family business, you could say. It's been pretty fucking bloody, but I'm good at what I do, so it's not usually my blood. Vamps are dumbasses most of the time, especially when they're young. Just have to throw on a raggedy dress, strap a fake baby to me with one of those fucking sling things, and lead them to somewhere isolated to kick their asses. Takes more than a handful of the fuckers to overwhelm me. That's been the case for a long fucking time."
It had to be. She'd always been an ideal target. Vamps were mostly men, and that meant they went after women more often than not. She was a loner for the most part, mostly because she was more interested in learning how to fight and honing her skill than making friends, and then she'd become the freak who believed in vampires and carried silver knives with her all the time. Abby didn't mind. The traits she loved most about herself were what made her a Whistler.
"I'm not afraid of crazy. My partner's fucking nuts too, but I'm beginning to think not as crazy as you are. Oddly, I'm grateful." She glanced down his body, taking in what she could see. "Is it weird that I'm wondering what your dick looks like compared to his? I almost want to strip you both down next to each other so I can see the differences. You might have him beat on scars, but I'm not sure what else." Abby shrugged. "Kinda curious. I'm guessing your favorite fuck wouldn't be too happy about that, mostly because I'm sure she's at least sane enough to realize if I get you and King naked in the same room, I'll be enjoying that with very little fucking preamble. Sure is a shame I don't go for pussy."
Abby held back a grin, amused as fuck that she was teasing the insane doppelganger next to her.
"Where'd this place stick you? Somewhere ironic, I hope."