Previously: Deidre is once again dragged along on Aleigha's crime spree. After obtaining a new phone. Aleigha tells him that he's dead.
I'm looking out the car right side window waiting for my brother, who currently, I'm declaring my kidnapper. We went to Burger King, after that he wanted to go to Walmart, but they didn't have any black puffy jackets. So, we needed up going to another store called, THE OLD BOOTLEG. An old fashion thrift store.
"So, how do you feel about getting kidnapped?" I interview Seamus who has no soul nor the will to speak. But I'm going to have fun. "I see, when did it start?"
I get a muffled response. I nod, "I understand. You know, Seamus, I was once a regular, healthy black man. That's the difference between us, you're white or Irish maybe German. My father was German. Although, we are different. Here we are stuck in the same bullshit."
I should major in therapy. I think I got through to him.
After four hours of sitting in a stolen vehicle, Aleigha exits wearing a spiffy oversized faux black fur coat, a set of vintage black cat-eye shades.
Underneath he's not wearing the vest but a red floral design, long sleeve top. Black jeans with a Japanese print down the right leg. And finally, a pair of dark timberland boots.
What an uppity negro. I roll down my window and shout, "YOU STILL BROKE!"
"Not really." He comes to my side and opens the door. "Move over, we switchin'. Without question, I slide over. "Seamus... go to—" he stops and looks at me. "What's a rich neighborhood in town?"
No.
"No. No. No." I wave my arms defensively. "You cannot rob a house in the middle of the fucking night. Take my ass home."
"You're a jobless drop out, you don't have a house." He speaks. Bitch... I— "I fucking hate you." I spit.
"Because big brother is makin' yo' life better?" His glare is deep enough I flinch. "Once I get my fuckin' business handled, we get down to the nitty gritty."
Did he just?
"All you've been doing is talking shit. You even got a car." He starts counting on his fingers. "Got you food. I'm finna get you set in a new house. So you don't pay rent and all you give me is heart ache."
I'm sorry? "I don't want to go to jail!" I yell. "This shit is happening so goddamn fast. I forgot we just got a phone."
"Now, we gettin' a house! Calm down." He puts his seat belt on and slaps my chest to do the same. Again, he retrieves his phone. "Call 207-888-1707." He stares at me from the corners of his eye and lowly whispers a spell, "Nime Estua Mor."
What does that mean?
The phone begins to ring. 1... 2... 3... "Hello?" answered a frail feminine voice. "Yes, Is this Mrs. Rochefort?" His voice is modified and distinguishable. A clear, robust expression. "Hello, I'm calling with Rottingham electric power company. I'm calling about information about an unpaid bill on your account with us."
"Unpaid bill?" The old woman is getting juked out of her wits. This is elderly abuse. "How much do I owe?"
"Let me explain ma'am, first I need you to verify your address so I can look into your account."
"I live at Abbott Lea Lane 04605."
"Thank you, ma'am, do you remember your security codes?"
There's silence. Someone take my ass home. There's a man from Sprint in the front seat driving the car. An old lady on the phone giving out her childhood, future, and fortune to a nigga with fangs.
Aleigha scowls at me in irritation while he's on the phone. "No, I—I don't think so."
"Don't worry Miss. Do you have children?"
"Yes, I have an eldest son named Jimmy and a daughter named Katelynn."
Katelynn? No.
"What is your daughter's nickname?"
"I call her Pumpkin."
"Is there any other name. That one doesn't seem to work."
"Oh my... try... Super Bitch 88."
Aleigha rolls his eyes, "Not Myspace names ma'am. What do her friends call her?"
There's a pause on the phone. "Lynn..." I tell him. "We call her Lynn..."
Aleigha just grins at me and nods. "Cat?" she guesses. Katelynn always complained about her family, but I didn't know her grandmother was still alive. "One last question ma'am, do you have your credit card details?"
"I need to get my purse. Please hold for one moment."
"Surely," Aleigha removes the phone from his ear and peers at me. "You know Katelynn. I asked you questions about her earlier."
Before or after we robbed people? I lean into the window with my elbow resting on the edge of the glass. "I know her."
"Do you know how to get into the school at night?"
"Are you serious?"
"Nah." He utters. "I'm not."
"You're going to kill her. I know you are." I've known Katelynn since middle school. We went to Rottingham Middle School for three years.
I knew her father, Hippolyte McKay. He was a narrow-shouldered man with a bad back. He picked Lynn up in an old beat-up grey Cadillac. Bald, green eyes, and kept a set of false teeth.
Lynn would say her mother ran away. She didn't like talking about her but kept her name tattooed on her left hand. Godelieve, in green with leaves around the letters.
"You don't know Katelynn, do you?"
"Why do you want her?" I'm so exhausted. My chest feels like it has a void in it. "Reasons."
My fist pounds the door, "Don't give me that shit!" I ousted the shit out of her back at the apartment. I don't know why I spilled so much information to begin with. "spells," he says. "While you were knocked the fuck out. I used 'Yomnes' on you. So, you could tell me instantly. I wasn't about to fight with you."
"What kind of brother are you or are you like a conman?" I should have called bullshit the moment he was so straight up about being a vampire. The idea itself is bullshit! "What's your real name?"
"Aleigha D. Omehia, Son of Ashkii Hoffweiss and Ranaan Aabhass." He's so emotionless...
"You sound like a fucking answering machine."
"Please leave a number after the beep..." his voice becomes electronic for a moment. "Deidre, you can't remember anything can you?"
"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW YOU." I'm not wrong in my way. I've been kidnapped and set up for jail. I'm albino! "You're a vampire, why don't you burn in the sun?"
"I'm black." Aleigha straights his back and sighs. "Reasonably, African Americans are not immune to cancer—"
"What the fuck does that have to do with anything?"
"Let me finish." He bares his fangs at me. "The sun is damaging but the darker the skin. There's a low chance of getting cancer, Deidre. As a black vampire, my ancestry—our ancestry. Allows us to walk in the sun. It burns but the worst that happens is seeing fire flurries pop off your shoulder after thirty hours of sunlight."
I've never thought about that. "why are your eyes pink?"
"I eat people. I can't put it any clearer than that!"
"Humans?" I question. "No, other vamps." Aleigha retorts. "I'm drunk, I'm dead."