Kalisha's POV
Walking through an empty alleyway trying to get home after feasting on a human soul.
Sometimes I feel bad for taking away a mortal's life and playing with God and death. But I only feel bad for the beings who do not have cold blood.
I cannot stand people who are more evil and monstrous than me; it makes me want to rip them apart and drain any remaining blood they have.
I deeply sigh.
I had to calm myself down; I just want to go home and not think about death.
I am wearing an African print bomber jacket with long sleeves. A black T-shirt tucked into my blue jeans. On my feet is black Remishoes athletic microfiber fabric rivet slip-on platform sneakers. Light makeup on my face with purple-colored nails. Have on golden hoop earrings. Wearing a golden necklace and a diamond Rolex on my left hand. Carrying my mini purse with me.
I have on a green, white, and green Dhuku tied like a bow. I'm insecure about showing my natural hair because it's too short, and I hate getting human blood on it. Plus, I look and feel good with a Dhuku on.
I love representing my Yoruba Tribe culture. Yoruba Tribe has amazing art sculptures, mouthwatering food, our unique Eyo Festival, entertaining movies, and TV shows, beautiful clothing, beautiful people, and a beautiful language.
My favorite word to say in Yoruba is "Isokan," which means "Unity." Without unity, there won't be peace or teamwork. Plus, without an agreement, there would be more bloodsuckers like me who aren't as remorseful.
Footsteps are approaching. I heard footsteps coming my way, which made me snarl and sense where this being is at. All I see are feral cats roaming around in the garbage.
I turn back around and continue to walk until a robber wearing a ski mask tried to steal my purse. I didn't have time for any foolishness; all I want to do is go home and relax. I am not going to waste my breath screaming for a guy who reeks more than the trash.
"Give me your purse, or else you can kiss your life goodbye!" the robber threatens me.
I give him a smirk, "I am already dead."
My eyes started to glow red, blinding the eyes of the robber. He lets go of my purse and covers his eyes. Once I have him in a vulnerable position, my mouth agape, and I tore into his pathetic neck.
He screams and pleads for his life, but I am too busy enjoying my dinner. Also, my mother told me never to play with my food.
It feels so good devouring cold-blooded mortals, thinking the world revolves around them, and they can torture the innocent.
I may not be God or worship a higher power, but it lifts my spirit, seeing one less devil bringing hell on earth.
As I am feasting, I sense another being lurking somewhere.
"Who's out there? I know you are here! You better leave before you end up dead!" I sent out a warning.
No one answered back or stepped forward. So I get up and investigate who is also in my presence.
"I'm warning you for the last time. If you don't expose yourself, you will be torn into pieces!" I sent out one last warning.
Other footsteps are approaching.
Hearing another being's footsteps made me growl. The footsteps came closer, which made me turn around and leap on top of the mysterious person.
When I got on top of the being and had a clearer vision of what the person looks like, to my surprise, it was a man with the same skin color as me.
To my more incredible surprise, this man is not struggling or fighting back. He is just staring at me intensely, and I cannot deny, his eyes are mesmerizing to look at. But I didn't want to let some man distract me. Plus, this guy could be equally as evil as the robber.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Why are you stalking me? Are you here to steal my purse? Do you want to kill me? Talk to me, dammit!!!" I frantically ask.
This guy does not say anything to me. So I decided to speak Yoruba; maybe he does not understand English.
"Emi o mo bi o se je, mi o de mo bi awon ero e se je. Sugbon mi o fe pa eniyan bi emi danu so ko ya bere sin soro ni bayi bayi, so ohunkohun ni gbogbo Emi ko bikita
Hey, I don't know who you are, and I don't know what your intentions are. Plus, I don't want to kill another person with the same skin color as me. So can you please say something? Anything at all, I don't care!"
This man is driving me crazy. Why is he not responding to me? I don't want to kill him because he looks like an angel, but I hate harming my race.
I love my melanin queens and kings. I believe we shouldn't harm each other for petty or foolish reasons.
But this guy is not making it easy on me. So I give him one last warning.
"I don't know why you came all the way here not to talk. I'm not just the average woman you can easily take advantage of, I am not a mortal, and I will end your existence if you don't say something. I don't care if you have the same skin color as me; it's rude not to respond."
Ugh... I had enough of this guy. If he can't have the common courtesy to talk to me, then what's the point of keeping him alive?
My eyes start to turn red, my nails are becoming sharp as knives, and my mouth is ready to chew on his neck.
"I warned you!"
I am about to rip out his neck with my mouth until he opened his mouth and showed me his tongue.
I stopped because I am mortified by what I just witnessed.
"Jesus Christ of Nazareth!" I shriek out loud.
His tongue is cut in half; just looking at it made me feel nauseous.
I get off and let him stand up. I have so many questions to ask.
"What happened to your tongue? Why is it cut in half? Who did this to you?"
The man is still not speaking. I know I should be accessible to him because his tongue was sliced in half—but I want to see if he can talk or not.
"I am sorry about what happened to you, but can you please try to communicate with me. I don't care if your speech is not good; just say the first thing that pops into your mind."
I waited patiently for a good minute to hear him say anything to me, but he just stared at me like a fish that needs water. I decided to give up because there is no use in communicating with someone who doesn't acknowledge you.
"You know what... Fuck you! I hope you and your tongue keep each other safe because you don't need my help." I told him as I turn around and walk away with my head down low.
"Y-y-you ha-ve a bea-uti-ful voi-ce"
My heart is pounding, and my eyes are glowing as I couldn't believe that the man talks. What made me blush is that he considers my voice beautiful, which made me squeal on the inside.
I turn around and walk back to him to make him clarify what he just told me.
"What did you just say?" I ask him.
"I said... Your voice is beautiful."
This sensation I am feeling is warming up my heart, and I cannot stop smiling like a little school girl.
I start to analyze his body; he is the true definition of an angel. His muscles and abs are seen through his clothes. His lips are big and kissable. His jawline can kill anyone in a heartbeat. His fashion is impeccable. His eyes are so magical, and I cannot stop looking at them.
But I don't want to get too lovestruck yet; I still got a lot more questions and information I need to know. However, I did not feel comfortable staying in this alleyway with a dead being, trash, and feral cats lying around.
"I usually don't do this whenever I meet a new person, but do you want to come over to my place?" I ask him.
"Are you sure you're comfortable with a stranger you just met at your house?"
"Not really, but you're something special, and I want to get to know you more," I told him.
"Okay. What should we do with the dead guy?"
"Oh him...umm... Let the feral cats deal with him. I bet they haven't eaten a meal in a while. So let's just forget about that piece of shit." I responded.
"Okay"
"Also, don't try anything funny; if you lie to me, take advantage of me, play with my emotions, or hurt me—Let's say that your tongue won't be the only part of your body that will be cut in half. Do you understand?"
"Yes"
I smiled with joy.
We both left the alleyway as we start to get to know each other appropriately.
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N's POV
It is 10:00 pm, and I'm still searching for a crooked cop. Usually, it's easy for me to find a police officer lurking around the streets. But tonight, it seems like the piggies went back to their farms.
But I did smell another being close to me, which is throwing me off.
I continued to search for this mysterious person. My nose was sensing until I found nothing.
I wanted to give up at that moment. But then, I heard a male shriek. The noise is coming from a dark alleyway. I carefully checked what is going on and what I've witnessed left me speechless.
I see a guy in a ski mask being devoured by a woman. But not just any woman, but a black vampire.
After searching for my entire life, if there are any other black vampires like me, I finally discovered another one of my kind.
But I didn't have enough time to take at this moment, since she started to sense that another being is in her presence.
I tried to stand as still as possible so that she won't think I'm attacking her.
She sent out two warnings asking whoever to expose themselves before they end up dead.
So I took a couple of steps to get slowly closer to her. My footsteps are so loud that even the feral cats heard them from a mile away.
Then out of nowhere, she leaped onto me, and I fell to the ground. She is on top of me.
It did hurt for a few seconds when she got on top of me since the bullet wounds still damaged my body. Usually, I'd fight back, but I couldn't help how heavenly she looks.
Her skin is dark as night, but it's so mesmerizing and sexy. Her fashion is so eye-catching with a different amount of colors. She has light makeup on her face but still looks like a work of art. Her lips are so soft, her body makes you want to cry, and her eyes are so hypnotizing.
But what makes her so heavenly to me is that she oozes out culture. I don't know which part of Africa she is from, but she represents her country well.
She starts to ask me a lot of questions, but I didn't say anything because I did not know what to say and I was too distracted by her beauty.
Then she starts speaking in a different language to me, which caught my attention because I never heard such an excellent way to talk before. Especially when she tells it, she speaks it so fluently with a lot of thickness and sexiness.
I can't tell which African country that language comes from, but it surely did melt my non-living heart.
But I got snapped back to reality when she gave me one last warning. I wanted to say something, but I am afraid that she wouldn't like my voice or speech.
That didn't matter anyway, since she is so angry that she transformed into her Vampire form.
Most people would be afraid, but I shed a tear because I never met another black vampire like me. So seeing one this close to me made joyful, even though she is angry.
But my smile changed when she is about to devour my neck and tear me to pieces.
I didn't know how to react, so I showed her my tongue as a way for her to stop.
I know that's an idiotic thing to do, but somehow, it works. She is horrified when witnessing my half-cut tongue.
She gets off of me and starts asking questions about what happened to my tongue and who did cut it off. I did not feel comfortable answering that question yet, since I don't know myself.
Then she starts to feel sorry for me, and all she wants for me to do is communicate. She even wants me to say the first thing that comes from my head.
I did have many thoughts running through my head, but I knew it would come off as awkward or incoherent.
Now she told me to fuck off as she turns around and walks away with her head down. I feel like a major asshole for not communicating with her. So I decided to say something to her, no matter if comes off as weird sounding or inaudible.
I let out a quiet gulp before trying to speak.
"Y-y-you ha-ve a bea-uti-ful voi-ce," I am struggling to say since it's been a long time I spoke to anyone.
She turns around and gets closer to me. She asks me to repeat what I just said.
I did not want to sound awkward or nervous again. So I cleared my throat and spoke with confidence.
"I said... Your voice is beautiful," I told her again. Thankfully, I didn't sound too awkward this time when I said it.
She starts to blush and has a massive smile on her face, which made me smile as well.
Then she asks me if I want to come over to her house, which I did not expect. Plus, this is the first time we met, and we barely know each other.
I ask her if she is comfortable with letting a stranger in her house. She is honest by responding with a "no," but she told me that I am unique and wants to get know about me more. I want to know more about her, as well.
Before I could agree, I ask her about the dead guy and what we should do with him.
She responds with, "Oh him...umm... Let the feral cats deal with him. I bet they haven't eaten a meal in a while. So let's just forget about that piece of shit."
Her response is odd, but I didn't want to question her decisions.
She gives me another warning explaining never to hurt or take advantage of her in any way, or else another part of my body will be cut in half.
So I agreed, and we left the alleyway.