"So anyway... Drunken Vampires come from eating other vamps and you aren't supposed to do that. The MDs react differently. You can't drink too much if you do. The second blood cell called the Mori cell sees vampire blood strange. Every vamp has Mori cells and more cells act like white blood cells and attack. so they get into a fight with their cousins and the fight is so exhausting. They turn into Whips." I trudge into a dead end with a door down the small hallway. This black liquid is thick, I get my foot stuck underneath every five seconds. Headcount said it was Drunk blood. I can't believe this dark sludge is blood. For a graceful moment this nigga shut up.
He started explaining science to me and I've been in and out. Vampires have cells, well isn't that nice. The membrane around the cell keeps it from aging. That explains the whole immortal aspect. Vampires are not immortal as in immune to death but immune to age.
"I'm still going to talk." I groan and bang my head against the door. "I can hear that. But anyway, vampires need human blood. Mori cells are introduced to human blood and they hug it."
"They hug it?" That is the best scientific explanation I've ever heard. If someone told me that white blood cells work with the immune system in the form of playing space invaders. I'd take better care of my body. "When they hug the human cell, it's like, ooo a piece of candy. But really the Mori cells just want a best friend to stay forever."
"Kidnapping..."
"Exactly." As I'm listening, I haven't discovered what the hell me being drunk has to do with this. "The human blood cells are kidnapped by Mori cells. The Mori basically whispers deadly threats to the human blood. Keeping us looking like baby faced people. To put it simply, you are aging because you refuse to eat humans. You're an addict, nigga."
"You could have just told me that..." I breathe. "What of it?" I open the door. I enter the next phase of tunnels. One hole in the upper left wall has water going through it. The more I look at it, it's more blood clogging the drain. It feels the round middle that overflows the walkway.
"I could make a deal with you... I'm sorry I killed your mom and sold your girlfri--"
"YOU WHAT?" I grip my phone with two hands. My eyes shone on the screen. "Where is she!" I demand. "You must look famished." Headcount is becoming a pain in my ass. "I don't care about anything else. Where is my girl!" She's been missing this whole time. All my text messages. Why the fuck did I leave town?
"So, you got her pregnant at twelve and you were 14. Damn. Y'all was terrible fucking parents." We had sex at a young age. Since he's bringing up my fast life. Is he going to tell the world I'm a Pipeline? I've known Mokiri ever since we were tiny prostitutes for Growden. I bit her; she bit me. When she turned twelve we had a baby--I can't remember his name. But I have a son. I moved out of my parents house and Mokiri and I lived together.
I became an addict because of my girl. Loyalty ain't shit if it drags you to hell.
"WHOSE FUCKING IDEA WAS IT TO LOCK A BUNCH OF FUCKING KIDS UP AND MAKE THEM HAVE SEX TO BREED SLAVES!" That was the plan. You remove the fangs, keep them isolated. Condition them, teach them the opposite. Mokiri had her fangs removed. We were planning to escape with more kids our age.
How sad, when I think about it. I don't remember their age. I hold my forehead, Headcount could be playing with me. I'm not sure how he's doing it. My fucking head is pounding.
I gaze at my wrist and my mind wanders to my mother. IS that why she did it? She ate herself because they made her feel bad for what she was? When humans take vampire kids, they call it a CLOG. The opposite of a HOLE. Why is it a CLOG because it's dozens of kids stripped from their families.
I've seen bitches raid an apartment full of vampires. Our apartment... they don't care. If you have five kids, they'll take one or two. They might take all of them and make up bullshit to act as a reason. They put kids in a CLOG, take their teeth, and condition them into being daywalkers.
They give them medicine which is similar to cocaine in terms of addiction. You ever seen a vamp on too many pills? He lays in the street, twitching, skin gnarled and shriveled. Holes in the flesh leaking blood. He's hungry and in pain. The DOHRCC ain't shit.
What happened to people fearing vampires? Probably around the time Hollywood and fanfictions made us sexy. Maybe never...
"What are you doing all this for? What's the point?" I don't even know why I asked. Power--That's a huge answer and covers a lot. There is silence for a moment, all I hear is the dripping of the pipes. "I'm Drunk. I just like... seeing what I can do with it. It's fun. I like it."
He likes it. "My wife showed me and then one day. I saw a dying man and I helped him. I brought him back." His voice becomes a whisper. Is he jacking off to his own bullshit?
"So what, you felt like God or some shit?"
"I am." he gets bold again. "I can bring back life. I can do what people ask of him or her. So, I could be your mother. But they call me father. God can be anything and so am I."
"God complex much?" I'm losing my patience. This is so simple-minded. "How?" he inquiries. "How the fuck am I simple minded. How did you get out of town? Influence, nigga. You love your little girlfriend, that's nice. But a wise woman once said, those who do not think can be a slave the next day." That's my fucking mother!
"So, you turning vamps and humans into slaves?" A nigga involved in some black on black crime nonsense? Believable. Turning vamps on other vamps. Even more believable.
"I can control the world. I got 46 people. With this type of power. I say what goes, what can be done, I cause chaos and peace. I take out the soul of an old woman and put it into a baby so she can be youthful again. That's not simple minded."
Simple minded in the sense your first thought to power is becoming a God. Simple minded as in, this nigga planned all this shit and thinks he's a genius. How small must yo' dick be.
"You're using religion to back up your bullshit!" That's all it is. This tribe in Oriaoriya Village thought a soul could be recycled. A soul never dies, it floats into another body. And this cajun ass nigga had a goddamn theory! "Where's my brother?"
"In Mexico, with his wife, talking to La Dama Falsa." he replies bluntly. "Yes, I separated y'all and kind of kidnapped your brother. I told you, I play too damn much. And I like it. Now bring yo' stupid ass up here."
"Why?"
"Ok, no bullshit. I wanna kill you." Well the honesty is welcomed. "I didn't kill anyone and wrote a fake ass news story on BS. Irony." Indeed.
"And I ask again, why?" What could possibly be the point to this shit.
"I play too much. The deal is, I could use you. When did you die?"
"Mokiri ate me in the basement." Is that a trick question? Ok, I came out of my grave. In the Ghetto, the slums of Virginia. You bury a vampire under concrete. It is literally a law. All vamps must be shrouded in dark upon death. Article 44 of Red Laws.
"So... you knew and you came back. Does your girl really love you?" I hope so. Why do I care? "I think you doubt yourself a lot. Mokiri Pretty Jirl ate yo ass in obsession. Though it was nice of you to feed her. Was she worth it?" Yes. I keep motivating myself to love. "Mokiri and I never had issues."
Minus the whole, kicking me out. Her going to the roof of the apartment during a raid and jumped off. Minus cursing out my grandma, fighting with my mother, and using magic to hide dead people she murdered. Forget the time she went to jail--and add the fact I don't actually fucking remember half of it. Is he playing with me?
"True." his speech quickens. "All is fine and y'all keep feeding off each other. You drink her pussy, you come off like bonnie and motherfuckin' clyde. Kidnap a few humans--"
"How did you know about that?" I'm a maul. Just like my uncle Iarius. And Let's not forget Uncle Vijay.
"I pulled the fucking raid. You're sloppy Aleigha. You leave trails, I could teach you. Come up stairs, I know it stank down there."
Walking out the basin onto somewhat dry land. I turn the corner with sewage blended with blood, a half human body inside one of the drains. A walkway with the floods casting down into the system.
Why would a school need a sewage system this big? Down the hallway is a door. I open the door. A set stairs to hell faces me, "What happened to the students?"
"They learning." I'm surprised, can't believe he didn't feed off of them. "I'm a great teacher." Sicko. "COME HERE ALREADY, SHIT!" I don't care about him getting mad. Nigga get die in the waiting room. It doesn't make a difference to me.
I don't know what to do in this situation. All I can tell my body is go. He continues to talk on the phone, "Everything is fake. I've been guiding you this entire fucking time. Crazy. See, you can push out a soul, make a zombie but I can take a soul and store and put it in another body plus fake with memory."
"Have you--"
"YES. LORD YES." he roars. "I have. Seamus is dead, he has been dead so I made him my little messenger. The soul is with---the others." I just kept emptying bodies since technically zombies are soulless. Mother taught me that. "She showed you the bare minimum. She would have shown you more but you ran away from home? You come from triplets. It's a mess of a background. Did you get it yet? I switched memories."
Am I me? I don't remember--I have a brother named Deidre. Is my name Aleigha? "No. I need to stop playing. Yahoska is a sister of yours. I swapped that with a random nigga. Snackhs is actually a brother since you have so many fucking siblings. He's been dead."
"Who the fuck are you...."
"Headcount"
"Your real name." His voice distorts the phone, theres static, he sparks. "I'm--Theo, I'm Noel, Aaron Woods, Melvin--Valentina." The sound is so wobbly, leaving masculine to feminine.
Valentina? "Valentina is Growden's grandaughter, I kidnapped her ass and swapped her with Seamus's sister. And made up a bunch of shit. It's a lot of people fucked up right now. But hey, niggas always said they wanted to be apart of the Illuminati. So I send them to mama."
"Who?"
"La Dama--Toda, who is also, Eloise Bartlett and then she changed to---I don't fucking remember. But the circus that cut your brother's ankles."
What the fuck is happening? I'm so tired of having shit thrown at me and no answer. I'm tired of the bullshit, the confusion, EVERYTHING. In the hallway, my surroundings warp in front of me. It's just lockers phasing in and out. "Then! I had another theory, I was going to swap Mokiri. Fucking Regal is in Virginia looking for his daughter. I was like---I have her fucking soul. So, I swapped Mokiri with Wyleisha!" My phone buzzes, a high pitch ring. I hear crying in the background. "You haven't noticed. I've been killing niggas, spiritually."