GET ME OUT OF THIS BODY
My soul is fucking burning. I've been through absolute hell, literally.
My name is Deidre Hahkethomemah Omehia. I had to remember that. When a person says, I will drag you to hell. They don't mean it, nor can you be dragged to hell. How these white people even learned how is beyond me. My back burns, my shoulders ache, and my neck... thank God for my neck.
Worshippers and slave owners. How long were they going to make me fight? "PULL THANKFUL!" I'm blessed to see her again. To hear her, I've managed to resist the body as best I could.
I am Not a Vampire.
/You're right. You not. But I will make you my bitch./
That is what I tell myself when I'm walking the streets. It also my response when asked about my pale skin.
/Because I'm sucking you dry./
I simply choose to stay out of the sun. My eyes are not red because of some occult nature. /I WON'T LET YOU TAKE MY BODY/. I have pink eyes. My mother has always told me I am albino. A pure milk shade, I am absent of color! /THAT'S JUST SUGAR/.
I am not a vampire.
/GIVE ME BACK MY BODY LEMUEL!/
No, I'm not Lemuel. I'm Unwin. Unwin Growden.
Google: Why are vampire eyes red?
Instead of looking at the first snippet of info the site gives me. I scroll down and see a website. BRAINSOCIETY.hid.me.web
/I could have told you. I'm staring at you. Do I scare you?/
STOP LOOKING AT ME!
My head is pounding. Our school is supposed to be the best in Maine but we aren't allowed aspirins because somebody decided to start selling over-the-counter drugs. Who wakes up and decided I'm going to boil some water and drop about five aspirins in with a couple of cough drops?
People died.
STOP IT! STOP IT YOU FUCKING COON
/OH, DADDY, I LIKE IT WHEN YOU TALK DIRTY TO ME. GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING SOUL CRACKER/
I'M BURNING. I'M BURNING!!!
"Hi..." I hear the echo and look back to see the figure holding up the ceiling. I'm just going to keep telling myself I live in a small apartment.
/ALEIGHA, EAT HIM. YOU HAVE TO BITE HIM. WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?/
ASK GRANDPA, SPOOKY
My heart picks up speed, my mind is saying get out. My body says move. I know where the door is but nothing says go to it. He's drooling all over himself, his lips coaxed in saliva.
/ALEIGHA EAT HIM. YOU HAVE TO/
But... it's you...
/FUCK THAT! YOU'RE DRUNK. EAT THE HUMAN. THE SOUL IS NOT AFFECTED. EAT HIM!/
Am I alive?
I'm keeping your white ass alive for my brother.
In the context of being in danger of being kicked out of school. Having no money to provide nor family to go to. I'd rather die.
/I'll keep that in mind. Do you want to die, Unwin?/
IHATEYOU!IHATEYOU!IHATEYOU!IHATEYOU!
/It's all feelings... bitch/
During slavery, a few obayifo were put on the ship leaving west Africa. Some willingly boarded because the obayifo knew. I never worried about rather Africans made themselves slaves or not. Because The Africaine ship is the most unheard ship.
The Africaine sunk to the bottom of the sea because the obayifo broke free and bit the Africans on board. When the helmsman went to get the slaves off, they jumped him. Dragging him into the darkness below the ship. The obayifo was said to drop from heaven for curiosity.
The laws of magic say an angel in sin will show it through teeth. Anansi was an obayifo. A trickesters with too much brain. He made himself a slave. When he found black widows or other deadly spiders he put the spider into the bed of slave owners.
Chills, fever, headache, vomiting, and restlessness. It sounds like Typhoid or cholera. Vampires feed on the essence. We want the soul and the blood.
One ship made it back, Azuazu. They took the white men to the bottom of Africa and fed off them. Africa is not broken or poor, it's all a trick. Payback for all those beatings.
Now we continue the hunt.
Thankful uses her magic to pull my soul through Unwin. From my end, it's all darkness. My feet drag against the Hellish realm. Unwin is beneath my feet, slobbering. His eyes dilated, "I WON'T LET YOU TAKE ME!"
"Burute-mihi feros," a hoard of hands breakthrough below the hells, grabbing Unwin's ankles. "Let me go, heathen!"
"Nigger!" I get my leg loose and stomp him in the face. The curse drags him far from me into the ground. Unwin tries but fails... as he should. I turn my attention back to the light. Shouting at my wife, "PULL THANKFUL!"
"I'm trying!"
My body jerks forward, as I get closer, I feel the heat against my face. Thankful yanks back, my soul comes clashing with the bed. Inhaling and exhaling rapidly, Unwin goes limp, leaning forward, his eyes empty. He lets out a sigh.
"Could... I use that?" queries Seamus. "It's cool being a phone but I miss having arms and legs. Also a beating heart."
I get up from the bed and reach for my phone. Sweat is dripping off the side of my face and neck. "You want a body?" I breathe. "Imma get you a body."
"What about the rest of the zombies?" hurries Thankful. "Lockdown the motel," I say as I walk out of the room. Seamus floats behind me and for a moment I hear him utter a deep-low chuckle. Fuck me for not paying attention. We leave the motel. I grab Seamus and hold him in front of me.
"I want to be like a big strong guy. With a big dick."
"Really?" I arch a brow. If I had to guess what Seamus looked like--Pretty much what I first saw. A skinny white boy with an ordinary life.
"Yeah!" he exclaims. "Maybe a huge ass—can I be a girl? If I'm going to be reincarnated, I want a set of help me." That's slang for breast.
Seamus is pretty funny. Whatever Unwin believed I don't think the same. Zombies are helpful, Seamus might be an ally. "Hey, are you the real Deidre? Who's Unwin? Is that the guy in the other body?"
"Yes." As I'm conversating, I'm looking for a body to put Seamus in. I'm also flushed. I haven't had blood in a long time and feeding off Unwin in Hell gave me the bare minimum. "What happened? I'm out of the loop I'm clueless!"
"I'll break it down for you. So slavery, that's bad."
"Injustice against black people." Seamus chimes. That isn't the full objective of the event but the gist of it. The more I listen to Seamus, his voice goes from smooth to static.
"In Africa, there is a legend of vampires called the Obayifo."
"African Draculas." says Seamus. His tone statics, in the background I hear something but can't make it out.
"Some vampires made it on the ship. They wanted to help the Africans on there, get off and come home." Of course, that didn't go as planned.
"Superhero vampires." It sounds that way. A major focus is that Africa had vampires. The obayifo that could speak called it The Lazy. Slavery happened, in the words of vampires, because people didn't want to do it themselves.
"Africa or at least a tribe way back believed that these vampires came from fallen angels." For what reason, I never understood. Obayifo don't look angelic. Some are depicted as thin, demonic beings with a row of sharp teeth. From the old books, my mother used to show me. Obayifo was once described as, in the best way I can say, glowing assholes with a blood fixation.
Despite all the glowing, which we don't do anymore. An Obayifo sounds like a spirit taking over bodies. To maintain this body, they need blood. My mother realized blood doesn't hold. Immortality is a joke. A lie even. She's a vampire but she took in blood and the bone marrow. Then she ate a vampire and that brought some questions.
"Dead birds."
"That's why Vampires have wings, they aren't like humanoid bat people. They have wings because they are fallen and sucking on mortals gives them life back." But there has never been an Obayifo with wings. Being described as blood-sucking humans. It sounds like an angel dropped but got the wings ripped off of him.
"Bitches with teeth but they heavenly." Says Seamus. "But who was the first Obayifo in Africa?"
"Arch Angel Gabriel, my grandfather," I reply. That's kind of hard to tell people. My mother is related to Gabriel. Now I'm saying the giant is a nigga. I admit, I don't know everything about grandfather and mother. "If your next question is, is Dracula real? Yes. The story says that Dracula came from an Africa and was raised in Romania by his father." I'm not entirely sure how true that story is. But mama claimed that Dracula was made. There is a book after him but the way it reads looks like a diary.
She claimed his name was Ahiga Much
"Interesting..." I stop by a bus stop and take a seat. "Seamus, we call them the black countries from Africa to India. Vampires lived in the sun. Especially in the middle east but they called them jinn or lamia."
"Oh shit..." he says, the background starting to whine like machinary.
"The Black countries are God believing and fearing. So is Asia to a point. There's a vampire hidden in Asian history. India counts as South Asian but India and Asia like Chinese and Japanese or Korea. The relationship is different and not talked about."
"So...?"
"Vampires exist in Asia—I can't think of his name—He's like a powerful ass demon in Feudal Japan. He was the Lord of Bats. However, he had wives, strictly to feed on them."
"How many?"
"A couple of eight hundred and ten."
Seamus nods, "Kidnap"
"This vampire could not stand the sun—now I remember his name—Taiyomeki Akesareta but known as The Sun Breaker. He hated light and called his first born, Mojin."
"Is this important to the plot that is now?"
"Nah—yes."
"Ok."
"It's important because The Art of Word came from japan and given to Gabriel. It was a list of rhymes. At first, he thought it was useless nonsense. But then he used one of the curses. He thought he was to blame for my mother being tortured."
"That's fucked up."
"Are you getting any of this?" I ask, he has been talking in between but does he really understand? "African vampires got put on a slave ship on purpose which begs the argument of did the cat trap the mouse or did the mouse trap the cat."
"Exactly." I'm still looking for a body. I could go into one of these stories and just kidnap someone. "Seamus, I'm not about to be out here looking for a body. Whatever store I walk in is going to be the body you get."
"Can we switch later?"
"Yeah, I'll teach you."
The store next to me is a pub. "The Incredible Raven Pub and Longue..." that's curious. If I remember correctly, Seamus is Irish, this should do.
Walking into the pud an energetic beat plays from the jukebox to the far-left corner. There's a pool table in the middle, a set of stairs to the right, and booths with waiters severing Traven guests. At the bar, is a medium statue of a black wooden craved bird.
The bartender looks at me as I approach, "What can I get you?" A brown hair male, grey eyes, a pierced ear; a locket hanging from his neck and board chest. He'll do.
"I'm not gay, but he looks alright." States Seamus.
I gaze at the bartender, "what's your name?"
"Conn Flynn," he answers. "I work here but I don't own the place. If you're looking for the guy that owes it, I could give you his number."
"No need. I want to talk to you." More importantly, I need your fucking soul.
After kidnapping and murdering a couple of mortals. I have a full body of blood, hair on my chest, and the energy to do shit. Seamus makes kissy faces in the bathroom mirror. Admiring his sharp jaw. "I could steal somebody's wife with this face. Thanks Deidre!"
"No problem. Let's talk about your niece. She's a praiser?"
Seamus turns around in his new body. "I guess, you aren't going to kill her are you?"
I don't need to do any of that. Although I just did, my shirt is covered in red. I was hungry. "You eat real sloppy. And what big teeth you have grandma."
A chuckle escapes me, "It's a family thing. But your niece. Where do you come from?" Please don't change the story I was going to like you. Wait--Didn't he say his niece was already dead?
He sulks, lowering his head. "She's dead..." he replies and leans against the sink. "My niece is dead. I killed her."
"Why?"
"Because she bit me... but I spilled like... alcohol on her and she paused." That could get any vampire to stop biting. The old method is onions and crucifixes. Also, holy water... which is what rubbing alcohol is. "That works." I tell him. "How did she get to be a biter. Something about her girlfriend being on her period?"
Seamus pats his back pocket as if looking for a phone. "Hold on... wait, I can't even do that. My phone was in my old body."
"Hold on. Let me call Thankful." I grab my phone in my left pocket and find the contact.
Thankful: "Hello?"
Deidre: "Thankful honey, it's me."
Thankful: "Oh hi, how's the trapping going?"
Deidre: "Great. I ate people."
Thankful: "Good for you dear."
Deidre: Ask Grandma Curious, about Seamus's niece. Her name is Isla Taylor.
Thankful: Ok!
Thankful: Grandma said Isla is dead. As for her friend, her name is Valentina Growden.
Deidre: Say Sike
Thankful: Nope. She lives in Houston. She is obsessed with Vampires. She even has an account on BRAINSOCIETY. Username: BloodedUpVale, look her up.
Deidre: Thank you my love
Thankful: Love you!
I hang up the phone and press the home page, scrolling to the left until I reach the search engine and typing in BRAINSOCIETY.hid.me.web. I tried last time and the fucker interrupted me.
I type in the username once the page loads in. Username: BloodedUpVale. I grimace at her naked pictures with fake blood all over her body. Her dashboard is filled with threats.
ABOMINABLE: GET THE FUCK OFF THE DAMN SITE
BOneHead: Nasty ass bitch
Karven666: GUYS STOP PROVOKING HER. IT'S A TROLL!!
SuperDraculaGurl: I can't believe you posted a fucking ad on a vampire site asking who wanted to be in a HOLE with you. Your literally baiting human females to lick your nasty ass pussy just so you can turn them DRUNK and eat them. FIND HELP.
LittleBatman: What is wrong with you? You have all these posts about how you love your girlfriend. You fucking sicko, you really kept her as a pet and named her Carmilla
GothicBunny1111: YOU NEED TO DIE
Misstoothless: Your making vampires look bad! Estupidos Putos Blancos!
AfricanVamp!: Goddamn worshippers are finding the site and posting ignorant ass shit
DOJI: K1LL y0UR5eLF
QueenOfTheDamned: Sorry ass bitch! You ate your girlfriend
TwilightEyes: don't you know vampires have to go to rehab because of drunken behavior and all they do is KILL US
@#$%$#^&^%$: I hope you fucking drown in shit
@#$%^CURE: If I find you, I'm going to fucking rape you... on God, I don't give fuck about none of you hoes.
LittleMurder: REST IN PIECES WHITE LILY BITCH
HOTSANDWITCHES: DELETE YOUR FUCKING ACCOUNT. HER NAME WASN'T FUCKING CARMILIA. FUCK THE GROWDEN CLAN
Damn. What did she do?