"The soul is not the original, I'm looking through his memories. The Slave owners are using his body. Elijah threw himself in front of a train, but he woke up!"
Did they bring back a dead man?
"I'm so tired," Elijah sobs. I don't blame him; I haven't done any of my exorcist works in years. "Ileoh," I take off my jacket. I feel so vulnerable, my back is beaten with the cold air, it feels like whips. "How many souls do I have?"
"You cannot take on another!" she shouts. "Aleigha, allowing souls to take you is one thing. But you do realize you are fighting Gods!"
I made a bet with devils and got burned, I know. I told Deidre I took on a lot of souls. I don't want my body falling apart. "You have seven, three of them are vampire Gods, and four vamps. On top of that, they are stolen!" She had to remind me that I'm a fucking demon? "Then you have to get the book from Gotithehm Ten! Aleigha, they'll kill you."
Oh well.
"Are you catching him or destroying him?"
I think she forgot. I didn't steal the Gods they were imprisoned inside of me. Bila Ulimi, the body of a snake, known to hold a staff with a double blade. He was discovered in the Sahara desert. Villagers in Africa called him a leech. He'd ask for a favor just to suck you dry. His nickname is the Bone Fiend.
Africa didn't have a lot of Vampire Gods. And the Gods they talk about, they control the damn sky. Lord Yangu, a giant obayifo. The most peculiar of vampires. Lord Yangu loved the dead, he is known as the Grave Digger. He would dig into the graves and pull out the dead bodies. If the blood were still good, he would suck what was left. And Jua-na-Dunia, Jua has an eye in the middle of her forehead. She spoke to the wind and the hearts of the living. She took care of the children. Instead of drinking the blood of men, she drunk the blood of animals. Jua believed the blood of snakes were stronger and it kept her from burning.
"She wants me to put him to rest." I hope he lets me borrow him for a minute. Lord Yangu was also said to mate with his zombies. But it's also where I get my serial killer instinct. He destroyed about 9 African villages.
My body is truly a temple. Heat rises in my chest, my pink eyes turn red. Tattoos form across my arms, ovals along my forearms, and diamonds along my spine. "Bow to me!" Lord Yangu speaks through me, I can feel the rumble inside my neck. My fangs lengthen, poking into my skin. "Pathetic," he snarls, "You white men are just jealous. Let the black man go."
Elijah grips the sides of his head. "No! It's happening again!"
"Obey me nigger! You bloodsucking fuckin' nigger!"
He needs to be put to rest. "Aleigha! Can you hear me?" I can but I can't talk back with Lord Yangu in control. "It's the Growden family! I don't want to talk to Lord Yangu. If he eats him, he'll poison your soul!"
Well, that was informative. After I did the shit.
"You've been using him... what is your name?"
"You know me!" the soul possessing Elijah snickers. "I lynched your black ass when we visited Africa."
"Lemuel! Uncle Lemuel!" Lord Yangu hisses, I don't have control over my body, his anger can't be described. I can see his memories. Flashes of purple across my eyes, a little girl with beads around her wrist and ankles. She has dimples and a seashell necklace. The image changes to a girl with a broken jaw and a defiled body. Her dress ripped and bite marks on her legs.
The poor baby has fangs. Seeing through his eyes, his rage, he charges at Elijah. Swiping his claws across the floor where Elijah stands. The ghost disappears, Lord Yangu searches desperately for him. "Come out! Cretin!"
"That's a big word for a giant nigger with a teeny tiny brain." Cackles Lemuel. "I'm not giving up this body! The nigger is mine to take. Just like the rest of you monkeys."
This is irritating. A weapon forms in his hands, a massive cleaver with a flower imprint in the upper part of the blade. Elijah's spirit quickly zips across the building. Lord Yangu swings his heavy knife, knocking down old shelves and computers. "Can't get me!"
"Mjinga!!" Lord Yangu hurls the cleaver in the direction of the spirit. He dodges, the cleaver implants into the wall behind him, he places two fingers in front of his lips and points them at the cleaver. "Kuvuja"
The wall explodes, the pieces of plaster strike Elijah in the head, he places his hands above him. The cleaver returns to Lord Yangu, he hurls the blade again at his feet. "Kuvuja"
The ground weakens, he sinks into the crater. Lord Yangu does something I never expected. I didn't know God even knew. His lips are moving as he whispers a melodic haunting tune.
A deadly lyric. The walls covered in lyrics undefined, the building collapse. His body lifts from the flat.
He yells releasing a note so powerful it dismantles the building. He lands on his feet, the soul floats to the moon and bursts.
"Lemuel is not dead."
That's bullshit. "Aleigha. It was Elijah... he's free."
I take a deep breath as my body returns to me. I fall to my knees exhausted. Breathing heavily, I'm stunned by the use of magic. What kind of Trik was that? "What Lord Yangu did was an old form of magic. Not really old but... it's the first type of it." Explains Ileoh. "What is it called?"
"Rime. San-ga"
"San-ga?" I'm enthralled. "How can I learn it?"
"Didn't your mother teach you? I know for a fact, she used it a lot."
San-ga, it's the first I've heard of it. It's stronger than Triks. "Your mother and uncle used it. Or, rather, he USES it. He wears a fucking mask because he doesn't know how to shut the fuck up,"
"What do you mean?"
"Your Uncle Iarius has a devil tongue. His lyrics are so harsh they turn a man to stone. Paralyzing."
"Really?" I don't know my uncle, although the man raised me for a good two years. "Iarius is a rapper, but he keeps his lips closed because Childhood said he couldn't be nice. Cursed Word."
I haven't heard Uncle talk in years. He used to then... mama died...ish. He hasn't said a word. "Well, that's over, let's go back to Yahoska."
On my way back to the Vybe. I check my BRAINSOCIETY account. Six messages and 12 Hollars. I raise a brow, checking the Hollars icon, in the shape of a microphone.
HOLLAR 1: CEetahFLY mentioned you in How to Kill without being Noticed forum
HOLLAR 2: crappy_08 mentioned you in BLOOD SHOULD BE A VAMPIRE RIGHT!!! Forum
HOLLAR 3: Azygous_60606 replied to your comment
HOLLAR 4: BROKENCHEER liked your post
HOLLAR 5: BROKENCHEER liked your post
HOLLAR 6: BROKENCHEER liked your post
I sneer at a username I'm too familiar with. She just won't leave me the fuck alone. Scrolling down the rest of the HOLLARS, it's all from her. Checking my messages, she's overloaded that too.
BROKENCHEER: Hey ALEIGHA BABY *kissy face*
BROKENCHEER: We haven't spoken to each other in a while. How are you, baby? *kissy face*
BROKENCHEER: Let me tell you about this bitch at school. She swears she thinks she better than everybody.
BROKENCHEER: I know she yo ex or whatever, but Lie-Lie, I will worship you until I lose all my blood
BROKENCHEER: I saved my period blood for you too!
The image she sends is a menstrual pad with faded brown blood. I want to gag.
RESTED: STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME
RESTED: LEAVE MY FUCKING WIFE ALONE
RESTED: YO BALD UGLY ASS ALWAYS IN MY DMs WITH SOME BULLSHIT
RESTED: WHY THE FUCK YOU SEND ME YO' NASTY AS PERIOD PAD
RESTED: DON'T KNOW VAMP IN THE GHYTTO WANT SOME FOUL ASS SHIT LIKE THAT.
RESTED: YOU STRAIGHT RETARDED MY NIGGA
I fucked up.
I quickly delete the last message and shove the phone in my pocket. Within seconds my phone vibrates.
"Hold on. I'll read it." Thank Ileoh. "BROKENCHEER: ☹ you so difficult to get to. Where are you?"
"Do not reply!" I yell. "This girl has been obessed with you for years. Where did you say you met her?"
I carry on into the Vybe. "Strip Club"
"Ooo, was she a dancer?"
"No!"
"she wasn't?"
"Homeless ass hoe."
Ileoh coos. "I can try looking her up. She may not be dead or a vampire but maybe I can get inside her profile."
"This is the dark web. You can move past security?" I question. "BRAINSOCIETY is not on the dark line. It is actually well visible."
"I didn't know."
Making my way back to the hair salon, I enter the business. My eyes bulge out seeing the massive blood pool on the floor and the stain on the back wall.
"Dear Lord..." murmurs Ileoh. "where is Yahoska?"
I step forward, the blood squishes under my feet. Ileoh comes out my phone, her spirit scanning the premises. Looking down at my heels, the floor looks at me. Literally.
I plunk an eyeball from the puddle. "This is her eyeball?"
Ileoh hovers towards me. "I can't find anything on my end. The GC isn't showing anything."
"Are you serious?" That's not right. The Ghytto is the realm of the between. It's like purgatory if purgatory itself had a slum. It is the one place in the spirit world that keeps track of souls ascending and descending. "I would have to dig deeper. But currently Aleigha. I got nothing."
"Any tips?"
"Don't go to the mountain. In the meantime, listen to this letter. It sounds like a ransom."
I got a vampire for my collection!
Pretty Dope, huh Aleigha?
Listen, read, PAY THE FUCK ATTENTION NIGGER. I haven't been dead!
I'm fucking high
I know your plan. Come back to the school. The one in Maine.
I don't have control over the school in Virginia anymore. They ran me out of town :( itsn't that sad?PS. I GOT CHO BITCHASS BROTHER. I'm draining him as we speak :)
"It's Lemuel... sounds pretty confident." Ileoh notes. "He's lying, horribly. He's trying to make you rush."
My heart is drumming, building up pressure. My biggest problem is... I know Lemuel. His wife was Kitty, but we lynched her ass... just like they did my mother. More issues, technically, to some degree.
He's my former master.