N's POV
I get up from the floor, walking away from Dadi's knocked-out and smelly body to grab my phone out of the bag. Turning it on, I noticed that it was 1 am, five hours away from sunlight. But what caught my attention is the number of text messages and missed phone calls from my love.
Honestly, I don't blame her for worrying. After letting her know that Dadi would fight me and I might not make it out alive, I know she is scared and has many questions. I'm almost afraid even to call back because I don't know if she will be happy that I'm still alive or angry that I scared her half to death. But I decided to call her and let her know what exactly happened.
Vibration and rings are coming from the phone, waiting for her to pick up. Hopefully, I didn't call her at the wrong time. The phone stops ringing, and I hear her breath on the other line.
"Oh my god! N, are you alright? You scared the living shit out of me!" She pants and freaks out.
"Yes, I'm alright. I'm sorry that I scared you, my love." I tell her in a comforting tone, trying to make her feel calm and not freak out.
"Please don't do that again; I don't want to lose another important man in my life. But anyway, what happened? Did you and David fight? What happened to him?" She asks.
I turn to face him, and he is still unconscious on the floor.
"Dadi and I did fight, even though I didn't want to. But he kept on insulting me, telling me that I am disrespecting the Nigerian culture, and he even said that he was going to make you into his permanent sex slave. I had to fight him so that I can finally shut him up. Right now, he is unconscious. I didn't kill him, but I knocked him out." I explained to her.
"Wow!" She exclaims.
"I know. I still question why you even fell in love with him in the first place. He is annoying and egotistical." I ponder.
"David and I had a complicated relationship. When I first saw him, I thought he was the most beautiful looking man I ever laid my eyes on. He had everything I looked for from a guy physically; he was tall, muscular, got abs, nice hair, and a nice package. The relationship was going well. We had sex numerous times. But then, he stopped caring about me. He shattered everything when I found out he was sleeping with other women. I hated him, and it almost made me lose my faith in love." She explains.
I tried to respond, but she continued to talk. So I kept quiet and let her continue.
"After finding out his true intentions about me and how he wants to ruin my life, I'm done with him for good. I don't feel any remorse about the incident that happened at Shani's Salon; the world deserves to see the true monster that he is. As for the sex slave thing, that will never happen. On the contrary, he is my sex slave. He is my bitch, he is my slut, and he is my whore. I have a bigger dick than him! I'm the one that taught him BDSM and dominated him every time we had sex. So he got me fucked up thinking I will be his sex slave for life." She vents out.
"Does he think that killing you will make me come back to him? He may be good looking, and the sex may be good, but his attitude is terrible. I'm done with guys like him. Other women can find him attractive and want to fuck his brain out. But I'm not going to run back into his arms and continue to suck his dick." She added.
"Did he forget that I am the princess of a Yoruba Tribe Queen? I can ruin his life and cast him out from society just by the snap of a finger. So far, I already did so. I made sure that no female vampires approach or contact him for sex. I hired several more bodyguards to protect me, my friends, and family members just if he wants to strike again. Don't worry, when you come back to me, I will make sure you have your bodyguard." She said.
"I appreciate it, but I don't need a bodyguard to protect me from him. I already proved that by knocking him out. Speaking of which, what should I do with him?" I ask.
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"I can't just leave him on the street, especially since sunlight is almost approaching. I don't want to be the cause of his death. So do you have any suggestions for what I should do with him?" I asked, pacing around slowly and not looking away from his body.
She signs and sucks her teeth.
"I got no suggestions. There's no way to help him out." She tells me.
"I understand that he's a poor excuse of a man, but he's still one of us. We can't just give up on him and let him die." I try to reason with her.
She started to bust out in laughter, which left me confused about what was so hilarious.
"We... There's no, we. I am not and never will help out that ugly creature again. Just because he's a black vampire doesn't mean he's a good being. I love my beautiful and amazing race, but not all of them are kindhearted. There are a few bad apples in our race, and David is certainly one of them. He had plenty of opportunities to change, but he wasted it." She goes off.
"Isn't that a bit unfair? He's still young, and there's still a lot of time for him to change his life around. We can't just give up on people just because they made a mistake in their life. Everyone makes mistakes, and no one is perfect." I explain.
"I understand what you're saying, but it's not like he made one small mistake. He said and done a lot of terrible things. He is a bully, he is a sexist and womanizer, he only cares about himself, he tried to kill you, and he wouldn't leave me alone. No matter how much you want to help him out, the only being that can change David is himself. So it's best to forget about him and move on." She responds, giving her an explanation.
"Kalisha, you know I love you, but I can't just leave him like this."
"Eheh, heii! The slap I will give you when you come back. Why are you defending him? Why do you care so much about him? Did you forget that he tried to kill you?" She questions me, getting irritated.
"Also, you do know that you can't support or save everyone. Not everyone will do the same for you. They are using you to benefit themselves and to feed off your kindness. Helping out David will not make things better. He will always be known as a monster, and not even the Devil can help him." She added.
"I'm not defending him or his actions. Honestly, I don't like him as much as you do. But I still want the best for all African-Americans, no matter how good or evil they are. There are still so many chances of him turning his immortal life around." I tell her, trying to convince her one last time.
"How about you send Dadi to Nigeria?" I ask.
"Nigeria?! Nigeria doesn't want his crazy ass. There's already way too much foolishness going on over there, and we don't need any more rubbish. Plus, I'm not wasting my money to send him to another country. I doubt my mother wants to give up her cash to him, especially what he did on her birthday. So Nigeria is out of the picture." She responds.
"What are we going to do with him then?" I question her.
She sighs again.
"Alright, here's the deal. This is the last time I'm ever helping him. I will call my driver to come and pick him up to die from the sun. Then once he is conscious, I'm making sure he goes to a vampire owned mental asylum. He is going to stay there for a long time until we are certain that he has changed. But if he doesn't change and he continues behaving the same way, I will personally kill him myself." She tells me her deal.
"That sounds like a great idea. I will text you my location." I said.
"Okay. Before you go, I want to ask you two things."
"What are they?" I ask.
"Have you taken care of that Mike Benson guy?" She asks.
"No, not yet. But after the fight I had with Dadi, I don't feel like hunting after him." I let out a sigh.
"What? Why?" She asks.
"There were plenty of times where I almost killed Dadi, and I'm exhausted from killing people. I don't want to be seen as a criminal whose only contribution to life is to fight, hunt, feed, kill, and ruin people's livelihoods. Even if I do kill Mike, my parents won't come back to life. So I'm just going to forget about Mike and come back to you, my love." I explain.
"No! That's not the N I know and love. N won't quit or back down from anything. He's a fighter and doesn't take shit from anybody. So it would be disheartening if you come back and not accomplish your mission. I understand that your parents will never come back, but at least they will have justice. I don't want Mike to clog your mind for the rest of your life. So you better go after him and do what you need to do. Plus, he's the one that killed your family and cut your tongue in half. Don't come back to me until you kill that guy, do you hear?" She asks.
Tears are falling off my eyes, and I start to whimper.
"N... Are you crying? Why are you crying? I hope you're not crying for David because he doesn't deserve anyone's tears or sympathy." She tells me.
"I'm not crying for him. I'm crying because life is so hard. Being black and a vampire has not been an easy journey for me. It still hurts that my parents lost their lives because of racism. Why must we have to suffer the most? This life is so cruel and unfair!" I wailed, venting out my frustration.
"I understand how you feel, but there's no need to cry." She tries to calm me down.
"Kalisha, I need to cry. I can't hold back my feelings. I hate how guys can't express their true feelings without being considered as weak, not manly enough, being too feminine, being ignored, or being mocked at. It hurts hiding how I feel because it always eats me up inside. It doesn't help that I'm black, and if I express anger or sadness, I'm looked at as a criminal or making the black community look terrible." Tears are still dripping while I'm trying to explain myself.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt this way for so long. This life is never easy. It is unfair that men can't show their emotions without society judging them. Don't worry; I will always be there for you." She said.
"Thank you, my love. I will be there for you no matter what as well." I replied.
"Though, I should mention that it's not easy for both African-American men and women. We all go through our crusades. Often, none of us know how we're truly feeling inside because each gender experience life differently. Probably, we'll never truly understand either gender. But I'm delighted that we're teaching other the issues and personal struggles that both genders face daily. This life is not kind to anyone." She added.
The tears ceased, and I feel better letting all my emotions out.
"Yeah, I agree. We certainly need to stick together, understand, learn, and support one another. So, what was the last thing you wanted to ask me?" I reminded her.
"Do you still love me?" She asks.
"Yes. Of course, I still love you. Why did you ask that?" I ask.
"I miss you a lot. I know it's only been four or five days, but it feels like a century since I have seen your beautiful face and touched your body. You are always on my mind, and I miss your presence around me. When you come back, first, I'll slap you for leaving me unexpectedly. Then, I'll shower you with all my love and affection. Giving you more pleasure than you can ever imagine. I love you so much, and I don't want to lose you." She tells me.
"I love you too. Doing this alone is not easy, and my body is getting weaker by the second. But you are the main reason why I keep going. You always check up on me, making sure that I am alright. You lift me whenever I am feeling sorry for myself. I can't deny that I miss kissing your soft lips and pleasing you. I want to give you more satisfaction, as well. But I mostly miss being close to you and learning more about your life. I can't wait to get back and make great new memories with you." I tell her.
"Same here too. I just let my driver know everything that happened, and he is coming to pick him up. Just text me where he is so that I can send it to him. You can leave and do whatever you have to do. David will be taken care of, and I'll make sure he doesn't bother anyone for good." She notifies me.
"Okay. Bye, I love you." I said.
"Take care, and stay safe. I love you too." She said, kissing me through the phone. She hangs up.
I look at my phone for the location, and I am at. I found it and send the address to her. Turning off my phone and putting it in my pocket. Grabbing all the bags, I'm surprised that none of the feral cats messed with it.
Before I leave, I look at Dadi one last time. I do pity him. How can God or some higher power bless him with all these good looking features and have the ability to please any woman, but he uses it for all the wrong reasons? Most guys would kill to look like him and want to get all the women as well. But he is an odd case. I'm not going to judge him since I understand his struggles, and he is still suffering inside. But I do hope he betters himself. He can't keep living life treating women or anyone like they're inferior to him. He needs to learn that the world doesn't revolve around him.
He needs to learn to move on. Kalisha is officially done with him, and she loves me with all her heart. I hope he finds the soulmate that can hold him down, satisfy all his desires, and make him a better being. But first, he needs to fix himself and learn to respect everyone.
I walk away, carrying all my supplies, and leave the premises. It starts to rain as soon as I decide to go. I better get to my apartment before all my supplies get soaked. But my main focus right now is finding Mike Benson.