Wednesday, October 14th, 2026
Albemarle County, Charlottesville, VA
12 am
Ahti's POV
The harsh liquid sliding beneath my throat taste so good, but is making me drowsy. I'm walking in the middle of the street stumbling and trying to not to fall. Holding on to the Hennessy for dear life; I paid good money to buy this and I'm not going to waste any of it. Taking another gulp, feeling the burn and pleasure.
I should be happy that I have my favorite alcohol in my possession, but I'm drinking to escape from being angry. After how Dadi treated me at the Owambe, he and I have not been on the best of terms. We stopped talking and avoided each other like the plague. Honestly, I'm glad we stopped being friends because he crossed the line by attacking and putting the blame on me. Who the fuck does he think he is?
I'm the one that made Dadi and turned him what he is today. Before he became Dadi, he was David. David was shy, awkward, quiet, lonely, a loser, and a virgin.
David contacted me through social media, he desperately wanted advice and tips on how to get women to sleep with him. I did find it weird and sad that he was asking a random guy from the internet for sex advice, but I had to help him out. So we continued to discuss on WhatsApp, giving him the best advice that always worked for me.
I told him that women loves men that know what they are doing. They appreciate guys who are confident, dominant, and don't put women on a pedestal. So many guys simp, worship, or fall in love way too quickly with women. I advised him to not show any sign of weakness, because women don't want a man who is a loser or is not in control. Women don't want a guy who is too nice to them. They want a guy who can protect them and show how tough they can be.
As for sex advice, I told him that women love guys with big dicks. Guys with little packages cannot deliver satisfaction to women. Women don't want to have sex with virgins, they expect a man to already know how to satisfy them. Being in control is always useful when having sex.
But I also told him about what not to do when having sex with women. Never force women to have sex with you. Consent is extremely important. If a woman is not interested, don't push her to sleep with you. Being a creep, an abuser, and a rapist is pussy boy shit. Also let the woman know exactly what satisfies you. If she's not comfortable doing your sexual wishes, then leave her alone.
Another thing he should never do when having sex is skip foreplay. It hurts for both men and women if they immediately start with intercourse. Tease each other by kissing on the lips and neck, suck on a nipple, suck a dick, eat pussy, or even eat ass. I told him that the pussy must be wet and throbbing first, then intercourse can take place.
Lastly, a woman should never dominate a man. If she has more control in the bedroom, that means she's doing the fucking. A man should never show signs of weakness, that will make the pussy automatically dry. He should always be the boss in the bedroom.
For his first few times having sex, he told me he was sloppy, which left me disappointed. But one day, I invited him to come to Haiti for a house party. He lived in Nigeria, so I had to transfer him over five hundred thousand Naira to come to Haiti.
Once he arrived, we both slept with all baddest women Haiti had to offer. At that moment, he became a professional at pleasing women. I couldn't have been more proud of him. Also I taught him how to speak Haitian Creole. Then we moved to Nigeria, where we slept with all the sexiest women there.
But I should have saw the signs of him changing for the worst when he wanted to go to America and then he met Kalisha. At the time, we didn't know she was a daughter of a Yoruba Tribe queen. We thought she was just another sexy woman that wanted big black vampire dick.
Kalisha only wanted him, because she was really attracted to him and he found her mesmerizing. They did have sex, but I was not expecting them to fall in love. He never falls in love or stays with the same women he sleeps with. But Kalisha had this power to her that had him coming back and acting all love drunk. She literally became the dominant one in the relationship as she introduced him to BDSM.
I was weirded out at first, because I never saw this lovable side of him. But he really did love her and they been a couple for a good two and a half years.
But then, he cheated on her and went back to his old ways. When he did that, he changed his name to Dadi. He no longer wanted to be tied down to one woman.
Thanks to Kalisha teaching him BDSM, he became a lot more aggressive and freakier to women. He never abused or attacked them, but he started to pour blood all over women's bodies and sniff cocaine off their asses.
He even dragged me to his sick fantasies. I should have stopped him, because he was turning into a sex-crazed monster. Now he went rogue and doesn't need me anymore.
Well, fuck him and everything he has turned into. Now he treats me like I'm his enemy. He should thank me for even teaching him about sex. Without me, he would still be a virgin loser. I created Dadi and I can easily take him out.
Drinking more of the Hennessy until the last drop and walking like I have a stick up in my derrière.
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A burning sensation is piercing my blueish-purple skin. Hissing as it comes closer to my body. I turn around to see what is making me feel this way and I notice a police car driving slowly towards me as the bright lights are turned on.
Two Caucasian male officers get out of the car. Pointing their flashlights at me causing my skin to irritate. Thankfully, they turn it off once they get closer to me. Reading their name tags, the officers are B. Smith and S. Boone.
"So why are walking in the middle of the street and drinking at the same time?" Officer Boone asks.
"Also why is your skin so blue? Is it a skin condition or are you some type of alien?" Officer Smith asks, staring at me and believing that I'm a extra-terrestrial.
"Mwen fenk soti nan magazen likè a epi mwen tounen lakay mwen. Non, mwen pa etranje oswa mwen gen yon maladi po. Mwen te fèt ak koulè po sa a ak tout fanmi mwen genyen li. (I just came from the liquor store and I'm heading back home. No, I'm not an alien or have a skin condition. I was born with this skin color and my whole family has it.)" I explain myself to the officers.
The officers look at one another, sensing confusion.
"What's your name sir?" Officer Smith asks.
"Ahti" I replied.
"Okay Ahti, we don't know what language you were speaking. I understand English is not your first language, but when you're communicating with American officers, you have to talk to us using our language. Do you get what I mean?" He asks, speaking slowly so that I may understand.
Of course English is not my first language, I've been speaking Haitian Creole my entire existence. My mind may understand the English language, but I can barely say the majority of the words without struggling. Plus I hate not expressing my beautiful language and culture to the world. America needs to know what Haiti is all about.
"Alright, let's cut to the chase. Why are you drinking in the middle of the street? You know there's a sidewalk that you can safely walk on. Plus it's a violation to drink in public that isn't near any social gatherings. You are basically causing a disturbance by drinking and stumbling like an idiot." Officer Boone explains.
His reasoning is getting me heated. Also it does not make sense. How am I causing a disturbance when there's no cars driving by or people in sight? Also I was not being rowdy, I was just drinking in peace and minding my own business. Plus my house is ten minutes away, so they should leave me alone. I swear, these officers do not make any sense.
"Are you going to say something or are you just going to pay more attention to the Hennessy bottle?" He asks, his tone of voice getting irritated.
I let out a sign. I don't have time to deal with the police. All I want to do is get home, continue to drink, possibly get laid, and go to sleep throughout the daytime. They are treating me like I'm some criminal. I'm not causing any harm or any noise. I may be drunk, but I'm not doing anything offensive. So I decide to walk away.
"Hey, where are you going? You know it's a violation to walk from the police. I advise you to halt or else we have to arrest you." He warns me.
I ignored him, continuing to walk and drink more of my Hennessy.
"Alright, we warned you!" He exclaims.
Feeling cold hands forcefully grabbing my arm that is holding the Hennessy bottle, making me drop it and break on the floor. Heat is burning my body and I can feel my vampire form coming out. Ears are getting erect and my face is contorting. Both my upper and lower fangs are rising. My fingernails are getting sharp and my urge for blood is getting severe.
The officers tried to put cuffs on me, while treating my body like some rag doll. I had enough of them hurting me, let me bring pain onto them.
Using my strength to push them on the ground. Taking advantage of their weakness, I pounce on Officer Smith.
"I-I-I can't believe what I am witnessing right now." He is shocked at the realization that I am a vampire.
Leaving harsh scratches on his police suit, trying to reach for his puny heart. He shrieks, trying to call for help. He struggles to get me off, but my strength is too much for him. Officer Boone gets up and hits me with his baton, but it feels like plastic to me. Snarling and puffing, my happy drunk mood is now gone. My focus right now is to rip off their pathetic necks.
I get off of Officer Smith, grabbing the neck of Officer Boone. He tries to punch and kick me, thinking that I would let him go, but that's not the case. Using my long and sharp fingernails to pierce through his neck, there are rainfalls of blood. I take my fingernails off from his neck, then I replaced it with my fangs. Biting deeply, sucking all the blood. The blood mixed with the aftertaste of the Hennessy taste like heaven to me. Hearing him struggling to scream is music to my ears.
He deserves to suffer for creeping up on me, stopping me, making fun of my skin, being rude to my language, and treating me like I'm his possession. Well, fuck him and Officer Smith!
As soon as I was enjoying my sweet revenge, wavelengths of electricity is shocking my body. I drop down to the floor, laying unconsciously.