Previously: Deidre and Aleigha arrive at the home to find Lynn, a friend of Deidre. Lynn's real name is Godelieve Knotley. She reveals that she is a lytch.
I'm sitting in the living room, next to the fireplace reviewing my life. This didn't happen in Twilight; Edward didn't rob people. But he did break into Bella's house at one point.
What if Lynn's pregnant?
I glimpse at her. I've never looked at her, that way. She's curvy, wide hips but a small chest. Round face with a set of light green eyes. Lynn's pretty.
"You know, you're gay." First off, yes and no. Aleigha, my brother, who needs his ass kicked; Is hot, would I fuck my brother.
I might be that type of nigga. "Thanks anyway. Back to the struggle—" she's interrupted by Aleigha coming from downstairs shouting. "YOU GAVE ME A FAKE ASS CREDIT CARD NUMBER?"
"Yes, but really it's just expired." Lynn jeers. "I don't know why you think I'm about to provide you my entire bank account."
"Cause, you the nanny!"
Know I'm learning about Vampire nannies, she said she was 32, I'm not surprised. "I offered to raise you when your mother was gone. This doesn't count." She shook her head.
"correction! Acciti!" A ball of darkness circles between the space of his hands. A letter forms and he snatches it from the air. "July 8th, 1957, three days after my fucking birth. You signed an agreement!" He's animated about upholding this agreement. His face is interchangeable to understand what the emotion is.
"Look at this!" he flips the paper in front of my face.
Well. "What a Sorn?" I ask.
Lynn sighs. "A Sorn is a Sister Mother. Vampires with big families look for another woman to participate in raising the children. Ranaan is one of them but she raised a lot of her kids by herself."
"A midwife?" I cock a brow, "That sounds like a midwife or doula."
"Yes and no, Sorns become stepmothers. I'm your wicked stepmom. Cinderella had a stepmom, Snow wife, Rapunzel. You know Disney." I want to laugh so hard. Imagining Lynn McKay—Godelieve as my wicked stepmother sounds hilarious. "Um, I never said she was good one." Aleigha scoffs. "she walked out on us. So now I got several dead fucking brothers."
"They came to my fucking house!" she bellows. "I'm not of African descent. They called me a nigger-licker; I don't even know what that means!"
"A basic white woman who sleeps with black men or women." States Aleigha nonchalant. "If it makes you feel any better, they call the Mexicans sleepers. You slept with a Mexican or Latino vampire? Yous a sleeper."
Her jaw flies open, hopping off the couch and storming into the kitchen. "Where the fuck is my marijuana."
I'm offended. I shake my head telling myself to stay focused. Aleigha takes her seat, god he's a fucking giant. "So... racism." I don't even know how to talk to my brother, I'm drawing back to the topic. He seats back in the cushion, with a straight face that begs to reiterate some dumb shit. "what about it?"
"What's the connection with mom?"
"She's a vampire!" Aleigha puts a knee over his other leg. "I don't know what it is you don't understand." Licking the corners of his lips, he stares at me impatiently. "It's not your fault. I got a lot of chores to do. That list I gave you, isn't the first list."
"Can somebody come and get the goddamn zombie off the damn lawn!" Lynn shrieks, from the entrance. "I'm a fucking stepmother and it hasn't been 24 fucking hours. Pick him up!"
I snort and watch Aleigha rise to go to the door. "Come here Seamus..."
Aleigha brings Seamus inside and sets him in the living room. "About the body," He starts. "I need you to go get the other one. I have plan for the school take over."
"Take the damn spell off. You don't even have it on right, he's pissing on my rugs!"
I larch my head forward to see a wet spot near Seamus's pants. Inside his mouth is a fly, sitting comfortably on his tongue. "He must have rubbed up against something. I put the word on him." Says Aleigha. "Words don't rub off unless you're using a nodhu!"
"I don't even know what that is..." Aleigha groans. "You're such a baby," Godelieve stands by the stairs. "Bring your ass upstairs. I got something to show you."
I move over to Seamus. Poor guy just needs a hug. I lay my hand on his face. "You poor soul." I think he needs another therapy session. "How have you been doing?"
His hand twitches in response. "I see. Do have bladder problems? It's ok, some people pee the bed, it doesn't make you any less of a man."
I feel I'm getting to know Seamus. "Do you feel comfortable talking about your childhood?" I'm making up a conversation. "I see, your father abused you?" I could start a tv series. Some sort of comedy shows with my walking puppet. "He hit you with a dildo. And called you a faggot? That's awful." Poor Seamus, he's been through a lot. I can see the pain in his eyes. Black with depression. "Don't worry Seamus, you still have a life to live. Don't listen to the fools... you maybe a zombie but you have rights."
I grab his hand. Push his fingers into his palm then put my fist against his. "Zombie power Seamus." His hand flops down to his side.
It's always nice talking to Seamus. The bonding, I didn't know this man worked at Sprint for four years. That's dedication. "Seamus, what's ya favorite." He stands idly, I take his jaw in my hands and move it up and down. "Yellow." I voice.
"Wow... that interesting!" What the fuck am I doing? This was once a living human being. "My favorite color is purple."
I give Seamus a voice, "That's gay..."
"I know... Seamus are you gay?"
"ugh, in college I did a few things I'm not proud of." I make him do a face. Turn his jaw to the side, push it up and squeeze his lips together. "You wanna talk about that?"
Aleigha and Godelieve stood in the vaulted room in the north, in the back of the abode. In the room, a cauldron positioned in the middle. Knickknacks, flowers, ornaments, and bookshelves cluttered the room. Godelieve moved to the left wall and picked up a black book with a bookmark sticking out of it. "It's your mother's little black book. Remember this?"
"I do..." he smiled. "Learned everything from it." He took the book from her and flipped through. His lips curved reminiscing until he came to a missing page. "Where's my mother's diary notes?"
"I went to school, one of my zombies from the basement told me when I got home." Godelieve went to a shift stacked with vines, gems, and packs of blood. She grabbed one of the packs and with her back turned she asked Aleigha, "Thirsty?"
"Nah... what happened to my mother's book?"
"I want to believe it was just a robbery. But the only thing damaged is the book." Godelieve placed her hands on her hips. "We came to Maine like the underground railroad. Do you recall who lynched Ranaan?"
Aleigha didn't want to think about his mother hanging. Nevertheless, that man was immortal in thought. Square head, bulky snub nose, and the worst trait that never left him. On the left side, the lyncher had two ears. "Linus Growden, five feet ten. Brown eyes and brown hair, he had a scar on his lip from having a cleft plate fixed. Why?"
"I got addresses. Acciti," in purple smoke three pieces of paper emerged. "Motherfuckers got family in Maine still alive."