11:30 pm
Commissioner Adams's house, Charlottesville, VA
N's POV
I arrived at Commissioner Adams's house and his neighborhood is quiet. No lights on or anyone in sight. The only thing I see are these feral cats searching for food. I hear crickets making the most noise. But my main focus right now is confronting the Commissioner.
Staring in front of his house and I see that his car is outside, so that means he is inside. I've waited my entire life to finally meet the man that killed my parents and ruined my life. I got so many questions to ask and anger to release. I won't leave until I know the full truth.
Walking towards his house and I made it to the doorstep. I notice a blank sheet of paper stuck on the door. I remove it and flip it over and there's a message. It says, "come in". I'm confused and scrunch my face after reading it. So I crumple it up and open the door, walking inside. Then, I close the door.
Everywhere in his house is pitch black, thankfully, I can see well past all the darkness. I look around to see where Commissioner Adams is at. I notice portraits of him wearing his police uniform. He looks young in the photo, I wouldn't be surprised if that was the same outfit he wore at the incident. Then, I see a photo of him and his wife. I feel bad that her husband is a racist. What disgusted me is that I see Officer Bowers, Officer Hudson, Mike Benson, and him in one photo together. I flipped it over so that I don't have to look at that disgraceful photo ever again.
As I get done looking at the photos, I start to smell human flesh. Which lets me know that I'm close to him. I don't see him anywhere in the living room or kitchen area. I check upstairs because that's where I smell human flesh the most. I hate how creaky his stairs are, so I take small steps.
Eventually, I make it up the stairs and I follow the scent. It is coming from the left side and I stop when I reach the door. Opening the door as quietly as I can be. When I walk inside, I feel two hands grabbing me.
"Gotcha!" I hear his voice as he manhandles and slams me to the wall.
He places his right arm next to my throat, pressing on it tight and making it hard for me to breathe. He looks into my eyes with no fear and is ready to kill.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to get my hands on you. I knew you were going to follow me to my house. You think I don't know who you are or what you've done. Do you think I'm stupid? Huh, answer me goddammit?!" He exclaims, he's getting angrier.
"Oops, my bad. My arm is on your neck. Let me remove it so that you can speak." He said and let's go of me. I let out a harsh cough.
He's still staring me down and grabs my jacket so that I won't make any moves. I grab my voice modulation machine and start to talk.
"No, I don't think you're stupid. I think you are extremely racist. Plus, how do you even know who I am?" I question him to see if he remembers me.
"Don't act silly boy, I remember who you are. You're that little black boy that I cut off half of your tongue and killed your parents back in 1996. I had a feeling you were going to come back judging by all the sudden murders of these police officers in other parts of the world. All the deaths that have been happening in Virginia. Everything was peaceful until you came along." He tells me. His tone, body language, and facial expression are full of frustration.
"Why did you kill my parents and terrorized us when you know damn well that we weren't the robbers?" I ask. This is the one question I've been waiting to ask for the longest. Hopefully, he answers honestly.
"Our lieutenant at the time told us that the robbery took place near your area. The robber ran off at your neighborhood, we looked through every house until we found someone whose looks fits our description." He explains.
"Well, why my family? Just because we're black doesn't mean we rob or are criminals. Plus, why would a robber ever go back home just after robbing a bank? That is just idiotic!" I spat, getting irritated by the second.
"At the time, your neighborhood mostly had white people living there. Your family was the only African American at that place." He replies.
"Let's just say that my parents did rob the bank, why did you have to kill them? Why did you cut off half of my tongue? Why couldn't you and all the cops at the incident arrested us?" I ask.
"We didn't know if you guys were dangerous or not. We didn't want to risk getting killed, so we had to protect ourselves at all costs. Heck, we didn't know that you guys were vampires until your mother started to attack. It's a shame that I had to kill your mother because she looked good." He said. I am disgusted and angry at how he is being perverted to my mom and disrespecting my family. I tried to push him back, but he pulls out a knife.
"You better calm down boy! I hope this knife brings back memories because this is the same knife I used to kill your mother and cut half of your tongue. Honestly, I wish I could have cut off the rest of your tongue. Better yet, kill you just like your parents. If I would have done that, then life would have been so peaceful and I wouldn't have the whole world hating on me. You destroyed my life!" He lashes out at me.
"I ruined your life?! You did more damage to my life than I did to yours. I had to live in the woods throughout my childhood and adolescence with no one to talk to. I had to steal books from the library to teach myself about everything in life. I have no job, no money, and no house for myself. I had to kill so many police officers to find you. Heck, I even almost killed one of my kind. Saying that I ruined your life is so laughable and disrespectful." I let out all my built-up rage on him. He slaps me with all of his might.
"I had enough of you. Do you think you can get away with all these cop murders without facing the consequences? Especially the deaths of Officers Bowers and Hudson. I should arrest you right now or call all the remaining officers that aren't dead because of your gang members. But that would be too easy and I don't have time to wait for the death penalty. Since I have you right in my palm in my hands, I'm going to give you the most excruciating pain that you will ever feel. Making you wish that you never came to Virginia." He threatens me, putting the knife next to my throat.
"Let me ask you this, why do you hate African Americans so much?" I ask and he sighs.
"When I was little, I witnessed a group of black men who breaks into my house. They stole all of our valuable materials. They killed my father and my siblings instantly. But what made me have a burning hatred for your race is that all of them gang-raped my mother right in front of me. I still remember vividly them ripping off all her clothing, forcefully putting their ridiculously long and disgusting penises in her, her horrific screams, the blood, and raping her until she died from a heart attack. Since that day, I always hated your kind!" He reveals, tears falling from his eyes.
"I'm sorry that happened to you. But you do know that not all African Americans are like those men. We all don't steal, kill, or sexually assault people. So hating on the entirety of a race because of some bad apples shouldn't ruin you." I tried convincing him to change his thinking. He ends up chuckling.
"I find this hilarious from you since you spent your whole life seeking revenge on me. You killed so many Caucasians, mostly innocent ones as well. So you shouldn't say shit to me!" He yells.
"I know I killed a lot of Caucasians and I do regret going on a murdering spree. But here's the thing, I didn't kill any random Caucasian I bumped into. I killed white people who were involved in hate crimes, especially police officers who killed innocent black men and women. While you kill because you hate black people in general and stereotype them. I even question why you hired Officer Durant and Officer Jordan if you hate black people so much?" I ask, curious to know his reasoning.
"People started to notice that no black police officers were working at the police department. Even though I didn't feel like hiring anyone, I decided to hire only two; one black man and a woman. But I regret ever hiring them because they didn't accomplish much and they went against me. Well, I don't need their ghetto asses anymore. They ain't getting no money from me anymore." He responds, his veins from his head are throbbing. He looks like he's about to explode.
"You are such a terrible person. I never met a mortal who doesn't care about anyone but themselves. I'm surprised you even managed to keep your wife." I said. He stabs me in the arm and I yelp in pain. Blood falling from my arm.
"Don't you dare bring up my wife's name. I hope you're not thinking dirty thoughts about her. I should cut off your penis before you try to rape her." He warns me.
"You got a fucked up mind. Plus I can give two shits about your wife because I already have a girlfriend that I love dearly. You don't even know what love or compassion is if it hit you in your face. You love being in control; whatever threatens you, you automatically go for the kill without thinking. That's why Ahti is dead, Jymia is dead, all those innocent humans and vampires at the protest are dead, my parents are dead, and so many other African Americans are dead because of you." I snapped.
"You thought you could silence me by cutting off half of my tongue? Well, you made me, even more, stronger and wiser. I learned so much about racism in America and how the police are slave masters. I bet you have wet dreams every night torturing and killing the entirety of the black race. Looks like that's never going to happen because now the whole world knows how racist and evil you are. I hope the president replaces you; Virginia needs a better Commissioner." I added, not letting my guard down. He takes out the knife and I hiss.
"You think you're better than me?!" He asks, freaking out like a madman.
"No one isn't better than the other. White people ain't better than black people. Black people ain't better than white people. Humans ain't better than vampires. Vampires ain't better than humans. We all make mistakes and none of us are perfect. But with the way that you're acting and treating me, you're making every white person, cop, commissioner, and human look horrible." I tried bringing sense to him.
"I'm so tired of you. I don't know why I'm even having a full conversation with a black vampire. Enough talking, I'm ready to kill you. You made my life a living hell. I'm going to show you what it's like when you killed all those brave and honorable police officers. Say goodbye to your existence, you should've never lived in the first place." He threatens.
"You tore off my skin, now I have to tear off yours!" I barked.
He raises the knife, pointing it at my chest. His eyes are hungry to kill me. But I act fast by grabbing his arm and bending it, the knife drops. The cracking sound and his scream are horrific. His elbow is facing upwards and bones are sticking out while blood spills all over the floor.
I don't waste any time, so I kick him away from me and he falls to the ground. I leap on him, grabbing his throat. But he doesn't give up, so he grabs the knife and stabs me on my arm. My arm is burning and is in so much pain, but I don't let go of his throat. So I take out the knife and whimper, blood pouring on his face.
I start leaving scratches on his body. He bellows once he sees my fangs. I know I promised Kalisha not to kill him, but I can't fight the urge anymore. He ruined my life and I can't let him get away with any more crimes.
My eyes start glowing red, my face is contorting and stretching out, and my fangs are ready to bite his neck. But at the last second, he pulls out a flashlight near him and I move away. He gets up, hissing in pain. But he knows that my and every vampire's weakness is light.
"Just because you're a vampire, doesn't mean you have power over me. I know everything that kills you and light is certainly the deadliest. Tell that to Ahti, oh wait... I killed him with light, now it's your turn!" He said menacingly.
He brings the flashlight closer to me and the light touches my body. Sizzling through my jacket and I can feel the heat starting to burn my body. I screech once the light touches my face. I can hear him laughing, getting so much pleasure from torturing me.
"Look at you now. You came into my house thinking that you were going to kill me. You people or vampires I should say never learn that the police will always win no matter how much you protest or try to attack. Now your skin is getting blacker than before. You're going to look like charcoal after I get done with you." He taunts as my skin continues to burn and my shrieks get louder.
"Your life doesn't matter. Your life never mattered! Thinking you can blame all your struggles on us white people, you must be out of your damn mind. You will never be better than us, you will never be smarter than us, your skin won't ever surpass us, and your life is inferior compared to us. You deserve to burn and rot. You deserve to die for even showing your face to the world. You're worthless, you're a nobody, you're a waste, you're scum, and you're a nigger!" he went on a racist rant.
Then, sirens from outside appear. The red, white, and blue lights are adding more damage to my skin. The multiple sirens are piercing my ears.
"Do you hear that? That's the remaining officers coming to lock you away for good. It doesn't matter who you are, you are a criminal and you will be treated like one until the day you die. Those black officers, your vampire friends, and your girlfriend won't save you now. I can't wait to bring you more torture in prison, this is only the beginning." He tells me.
He turns off the flashlight once two white officers barge into his room. The burning sensation stops, but my body is still hurting.
"Is everything alright Commissioner?" One of the officers asks.
"Lock this fool away and get him out of my sight. I'm done with him." He orders them.
"Yes, commissioner!" They both said in unison. One officer put his knee on my back while arresting me. The other gets me up.
As we're about to leave his room, I notice him smirking. Then, he spits on my face and punches my stomach. I grunt and stumble, but the officers get me back up.
"Get this nigger out of here!"