"I put her in cement."
My mother told us a story of her past. She killed a man once, but she had to. Again, she was six years old she had no choice in trying to protect herself. He had to die. I understand Quimby's plight.
Drunken vampires are mutants. The desperate need to feed turns them into horrid monstrosities. "I'm not going to turn you in," Although I should for the simple fact, he's a fucking pervert.
From what I gather. The bitch had... conjugal visits with his sister. Incest happens but it still bothers me. Once his sister started turning, he did favors. If that shit wasn't hard to figure out, I'm throwing guesses why he buried her, killed her, and other things.
"What was the relationship between you in your sister like?"
"Half-sister, her mom married my Irish... mom."
Gay. This shit gets deeper and deeper. "My mom left my dad because he cheated on her. This was back in Ireland. When we came to America, she met this dazzing chocolate kiss—as she described."
"She's black?"
"Brown hair." He speaks. "They wanted to get married, the story is so embarrassing that I wanted to cover my family."
"You're embarrassed of your mom being gay?"
"Gay marriage is illegal. Which is stupid." Glad to know he isn't one hundred percent homophobic. "So, my mom Marta, put a dildo in her pants and played the male role."
"Tricky."
"So," he scratches the back of his head. "My mom had a dick. Then I found out, I'm adopted." Jesus Christ. "Ok..." I'm so uncomfortable.
"My dad is my dad. But I'm adopted."
"I understand."
"I'm adopted..." he stresses, protruding his eyes at me and gritting his teeth.
My eyes widen, "You're a fucking vampire?" Vampires in Virginia are allowed two children. You cannot have, as they say, a cult. A family of vamps is classified as a cult in Virginia. Vampires that are Drunks, in a group, that's a hoard. A hole of vampires is outdated, the term refers to vampires that collect humans to be fed on or turnt. That hasn't happened in years. Not since... Hussain.
"Yeah..." He rubs his eyes holding one eye open, he plucks out the contacts. I don't know shit about this man. vamps have strange eyes. Pink is poison, red is full, brown is 'There', Green eyes say nothing but we always look at them funny. They don't act right. "My parents... were vampires."
"Were?" He had green contacts in. I never understood what green meant.
"They found a reversal. The Sidhe have nothing to do with the black countries, but history says we lived in Ireland for a long time or... we landed in Ireland due to migration."
I've never heard of Sidhe. I know about Japan and the black countries. Some do say Irish natives originate from Spain which makes a few Irish people have some sort of Spaniard in them. Vampires have existed for eons. When Jesus walked, Solomon sat on the throne...
An old nickname for the King was King Teeth. He kept his mouth covered with a scarf. They said the King didn't have teeth and was ashamed of his lips. In another tale, King Solomon removed all his teeth.
In the black market, teeth sell for 400; if someone is selling their own or another, they can get around 25 per tooth sold. Having a whole jaw is 800, if in good condition. "You said your parents used to be vampires?" Impossible. But I'm hearing it now...
"We used to be vampires." He lifts his shoulders. "I didn't want people to know, I'm a vampire with no teeth." Vampires who bite people in Virginia get their teeth removed. Homeless Vamps survive by taking the teeth of strays on the street. My mother broke the teeth of dogs just to get some Grip. Quimby--Seamus, I have no idea who I'm talking to. What is happening? I feel so tired and drained. I keep stretching my neck.
"So, you know about the realm?"
"Yeah," he shuffles his arms between his knees. "I know about the realm. I stole a body."
"Was it Seamus?"
"Yeah..." I'm surprised he confessed. By the way, he shifts and gawks at me he can't believe it himself.
"Who are you?" A golden question. I don't expect him to deliver an honest answer. I'm confused, I keep thinking about Virginia. Who is Valentina?
"I don't know..." Why am I repeating things? Quimby. He said his name was Quimby. He continues on, "I learned super late. You can go from body to body, eat bone marrow; however, the more you do it. You basically lose yourself and I can't find my body."
"Who the fuck are you?" I leave my seat. Again, I'm asking for things I already know. My head feels weird. Thankful returns with a bag of chips in hand. "Que diablos esta pasando? Queacabo de follar aqui?" Curioso hovers over Thankful. "Who are you?"
Thankful rushes at Quimby, grabbing his collar. "What happened to Seamus?"
"Hold the fuck on!" he shouts. "I'll tell you everything!"
Where is my gun? That's the most pressing question of all.
"She's playing The Cookie Game!"
"Cookie!?" Thankful drags the unknown out of his sit. "La Dama Falsa is playing the Cookie Game. Or rather The Name Game, an ghytto kid's game."
The Name Game, The Cookie Game, Tag, Hide and Seek. The point of the fucking game is to hide a serial killer. An example would be, My name is John, I killed Tyler. So, I become Tyler, I'm no longer John. Then I kill another, Fredrick. Tyler becomes Frederick, as Fredrick, he becomes a good citizen under this name.
It is also an old slave trick. One slave wanted to escape, so that slave took the name of another slave. This victim would usually be a twin.
The twins would constantly switch names, the slave master wouldn't know who. A game of mass fucking confusion. Then the twins would steal a name from one of the white families. It goes from, My name is Samanya to my name is Asari. Then—I'm using examples—Asari would become Chinedu, Chinedu would become Phoebe who might be a daughter to another slave owner.
During this setup, Phoebe might die to covey the lie. Another trick to this outrageous bullshit. A slave would purposely dump flour on themselves, making them white. Keep their eyes closed or poke themselves in the eye to make them red and tell the slave master they were albino and blind.
Slave owners have no use for disabled slaves.
That slave that disrupts their vision is completely useless. They can't do anything with them. They wouldn't even pay them any attention.
And that would leave the slave to escape and do hoodoo shit.
Fucking Anansi.
"What does this have to do with The Name Game?" At least 400 slaves went missing from a plantation. Except for Aime. Because all he did was make a nigga plant flowers.
Until one of his workers poisoned him nightshade. They took over the mansion and built a goddamn Vampire trap house. Which is another hole. I like that in Vampiric history. Vampires who took over Slave houses and turned them into trap houses. They fed off the owners and possed as them through magic.
"No bullshit, because I'm sick of this game." He shoves Thankful. Where did this high energy come from? He was meek. "I'm fucking Changany!"
"Que carajo...?"
I'm just standing here. I just wanna fight. What does The Name Game have to do with the Growden Clan?
"I'm fucking Changany! Also, goddamn Anansi!" I rub my temples. "The Growden Clan is crazy because I made them niggas crazy. He's fucking mayor of Virginia. Vampires are dying because of me!"
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Thankful checks the zombies while I run myself a shower. Turning on the faucet and testing the water for the temperature. Stepping in I sigh at the relief.
I let the water wash over my face. Changany isn't dead, he stole a body—bodies. What was explained, Changany is Anansi, it's all a trick. He drove a slave master crazy with confusion. It sounds impossible but then he got to telling me the whole thing.
I don't believe the shit he says. something is up. I'm not getting the whole story.
Growden is the new name of the Aime family. Anansi told me Aime wasn't a bad slave master, but he drove him crazy fearing he would tell. The nigga can't die.
That's obviously bullshit. I'm not about to turn myself insane behind this. I focus my mind back to the fact that my mother was lynched. Yet, I still ponder on this bullshit.
Changany, his persona was lynched at some point. He freaked and I can't blame him. He was bought by Roswell Rybak who starved him, lynched him for laughs, and made him swim from Virginia to California. Anansi described him as a sociopath, he only bought slaves to run a circus.
I can believe in that last part. My fucking ankles.
He was so paranoid and fucked up in the head, he killed Growden out of paranoia.
What's happening in Virginia? Growden is weeding them out.
"I didn't mean to kill your mother. She said, Vampires should come out and it boiled my skin. I thought she was asking me to die."
Which is more complete ass. How would one feel as if they're being called out directly?