"...Are you going to let me bite you again?"
Ezio could see her teeth through a gap in her smile. He recalled how she sunk her teeth into his flesh. He too was a drunken vampire, he understood but he didn't suffer from any of the illnesses she claimed.
His own addiction made him ugly, even though her skin peeled off before him, he could see where she pulled it back and stapled her flesh together. He hopped off the counter. "There's something really ugly about you."
"Me?" she wasn't shocked by the claim. She wholeheartedly agreed, though her skin was falling apart, she still ate herself. Sometimes chopping off whole pieces of flesh and sucking the blood from her arm. She no longer had periods. Despite what people would say. Vampire females still had periods but not her. And that was her favorite.
Blood dripping down her leg. Toda would often try to collect it, she put a tube inside her vagina, sat on the sofa with the tube end inside a bucket. Or sit in the bathroom, clog the drain and get as much out of her.
She had the therapy for it. It worked, for a total of 61 days.
Toda used to own a labordor. She cut the dog in the stomach and hung him, letting the organs fall out. Barbecue puppy--she was expelled from school because of that.
One thing she never mentioned was her sister's bones. Curioso, Emygdia, sat in a pretty casket with roses inside. Her parents--The Dantes--were a well-off family. Until they adopted Toda.
"You do it just to do it?"
"I'm having fun." she shrugged, "I used to be so bored and when I was bored I ate. Then I got curious. I bite a boy in the orphanage. And I kept... biting him. I was wet between my legs, I got even more excited."
Ezio looked into the pan, he scooped up a couple of onions and peppers and tossed them into his mouth. "What are you going to do with the child?"
"I'm still thinking." Toda scooped up peppers and onion into her palm and dropped it into her mouth. "What's your story anyway?"
"Came from Louisiana, Zhaire stared a riot. At first, I was in a hole and he did something... and I felt so powerful. I was high."
Toda didn't know how to explain it. Her chest was hot and she kept rubbing her thighs together. "Zhaire and I grew up together. He was adopted out by the orphanage to. So... I know what you mean. A lot of vamp kids seem to go crazy in there."
She gawked at him, Ezio wasn't that attractive. A turned-up nose, round head, and pointed ears. "It's drugs. Forlivi and vampires don't mix. They use it to kill us but honestly--"
"--I kind of want to kill them... all." He finished her sentence. "I suck my own dick."
"I used to lick my own periods." she laid her hand on his chest. "I haven't had that in a while."
Her breath hitched. Toda pulled her hand back, "I don't have those anymore."
"Well, that's too bad... you burned all your onions." he turned away from her and exited the kitchen. "Wait, Ezio..."
Ezio bore over his shoulder, "Yeah."
"Do you like... biting?"
The corners of his lips curved, "I like handcuffs."
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Toda wiggled in the cuffs. She looked at her tied wrist, a breath escaped her. As she felt a wetness meeting her below, her toes curled. Toda grunted, her hand around the chain. Ezio parted from between her legs and climbed onto her naked body. He licked the side of her face, his deed was complimented by her moans. "Bite me!" she commanded. "Bite me!"
His hands massaged her sides, he leaned over to the right, letting his left hand slid between her legs. His middle finger slipped between her thin lips. Her toes wiggled, she bit her lips. Blood drained from her bottom lip, Ezio licked the red river from her chin. His eyes glowed pink, under him, his yard twitched.
His left hand worked her clitoris as he bit into her neck. His tongue poked at the bleeding holes. He lifted his head to look, "It's beautiful. You remind me of pomegranate. Je pourrais juste te manger."
Toda wiggled under him, "Say it in Spanish."
Ezio whispered in her ear, "Podría comerte." He ran his tongue over her ear, outlining it's shape. "Do you want me to eat you? Quieres que te coma."
His husky tone elated every nerve passing through her. Her eyes fluttered at his voice. "Bite me! Bite me!" He spread her legs and settled between the passageway. Ezio held himself in his right hand, "Do you want it?"
"Dámelo!" she yelled. "Dámelo! Dámelo!"
He pressed the tip of his dick at her clitoris. Rubbing thinking into the bottom. Her head twitch at the bundle of nerves being set off. "Voici." She wailed as the member opened her up, he could feel her juices, her moisture taking him. And her pussy was delighted, welcoming him and squeezing him.
Ezio grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to his teeth. He nibbled on her throat, flicking his tongue while rocking his body. His teeth gnawed at her skin. Red dripped down her neck, Ezio laid her down still attached to her nape. He drew the blood out, urging the liquid in his maw. His teeth dug deep...
Tears wetted Toda's cheeks, it hurt but the pleasure she felt took over the pain. "Tear my neck! Tear my neck!" she shouted. "Joder, mátame! Eat me! Eat me!" Ezio took the chains into his hands, gripping them tightly until they broke from the headboard. Toda wrapped her legs around his body, she felt him massage her walls. "It's so big!"
He chewed her cervix, blood gushed out, staining the bed. He parted from her throat, his head twitching wildly. Toda gazed at his pink orbs, "muerte..." she said sweetly. Ezio forced her head into the pillow, her body shook. His breathing heavy, "I'm so fucking high right now."
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Ezio focused his eyes on the blood-covered bed. He placed two fingers on her neck, a weak pulse. "I'm surprised." he crossed his arms. "Your pregnant. Since I came in you and all."
He picked her up from the soaked bed and went towards the door. "Tomas! Paleyo!" he called. "Get the ritual ready for the body. I want this baby today."
Downstairs Tomas and Paleyo stood in the corners of the wall. zio placed her body on the ground, he wiped the blood from her neck and wiped it across her lips. "She's dying. She's been doing this down here you said?"
Tomas spoke, "She's been messing with souls. We're her sons."
"Biological?" he questioned. "Yes..." his spirit escaped him. "Why does your soul hang out of your mouth?"
"We are vacant," Paleyo replied. "Are souls are enslaved by Toda. Puppetry..."
"Cool. I'll break the line later." he theorized to himself that Toda was manipulating the boys through her will. If she was dead or dying the line would weaken, breaking the spell. "Let's see, the ritual needs a body, check. I need another body to leech off of. Bring me the baby."
Pelayo left the basement to get Thankful. "What are you doing?"
Ezio looked down at himself. "Shit, it's in my pants pocket. So anyway, Toda needs a body and Zhaire said he would breed one for her. Or get one from the orphanage. He took 150 dollars from her. The regular price for this would be 150,000 dollars. He just took off the zeros."
"Why are you helping?"
"I'm conscious. I'm selling my whole body to the market after this. If everything goes right, I get to be vice fucking president of the world!" he cheered. "Also, if Toda walks up after this, he said find a school in Maine. that should give Toda even more lifelines."
"What's a lifeline?" he was talking more than usual. "Lifeline? Oh," Ezio cleared his throat. " The Assecura. It works like this, walking insurance."
"Insurance?"
"Toda is dying but if I do this right that won't keep happening. I need a bowl, a candle, salt, marbles, a stick of chalk, and a knife."
"Why?" asked Tomas. "To cut you!" said Ezio. "I need blood!"
"I don't think I have any."
It occurred to Ezio that wasn't sure what a vacant was. "I'm here. And not here." He approached him, Ezio attempted to lay his palm on Tomas's shoulder. His hand sunk through his body, "I'm just a kid. I'm 18... I want to be king. I want purpose." said Ezio.
"Purpose?"
"I used to live in a house. My parents fought a lot, my dad was drunk all the time. He got fired from so many jobs... he gave up. Told me I was good for nothing... you know shitty parents."
"Yeah..." he understood that too well. Toda was his birth mother. Tomas recalled seeing his mother get dressed for a family gathering. Until that one gathering, his grandmother threw slop at her and told her to leave. He didn't understand that and proposed that was her reason for shooting him in the face.
"Anyhow, I fucked your mom." he said. "She's definitely pregnant and I'm trying to keep that baby."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Eh, I don't know." Ezio cupped his chin. "We'll see afterward."
Paleyo returned with Thankful in his arms. Ezio paced around the room for a bit. "Let's see, Zhaire said give this bitch a body. She's pregnant--thank you penis of mine--and we have this husk of a child."
"What are you planning to do with our mother?" inquired Paleyo.
Ezio stood over Toda's body, "She's dying. drinking the blood of vampires is toxic as shit. Symptoms of a Drunk in humans; enlarged pupils, sudden crooked teeth, they call it Shimmy Syndrome. Your body changes once infected by a Drunk."
"¿Está infectada la madre?" Tomas's head spasmed, signaling the bond between his mother and him was breaking. His eyes widen, visions floated in front of him. "¿Lo que está sucediendo? I can see mama." He waves his hand in front of his face thinking he could disrupt the image but it didn't go away. "Creo que puedo ver a mamá. She looks weird."
He bore his teeth, "What are you doing to my mother!"
"I'm honestly shocked you care. She's basically a child abuser and your me you worship your mom?" the notion was bullshit to him. "She shot you, revived your corpses, and controls you like animals with no sense of survival. You are a servant."
"But what are you doing!" Paleyo yelled. His body jerking beyond control. "She's dying, if she leaves I won't be able to do but I could guide her body back. Anyway, I'm binding her soul and body to Thankful. Thankful is here to basically..." he juggled his hands. "Be a battery."
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5 years later
Thankful didn't have much to do. In front of her, dozens of colorful blocks. Next to her a music box. The music box played as she stacked the cubes, creating a tower. Her mother and grandmother sat adjacent to the wall, watching her.
"What are you doing mi amor?" asked her grandmother, Emygdia. Her left arm gone, left eye missing, and a huge scar from the right temple down to her chin. "No quiero morir." Thankful told her grandmother in her small voice. She turned around, trying to focus her gaze on her grandma. "No me gusta ella."
"Don't talk about me as if I'm not here!" Toda lifted from her chair, her white floral gown dragging the floor. She hoisted Thankful by her hair, "Estás aquí para asegurarte de que viva! No me importa que me odies!" Toda balled up her fist and struck Thankful on the side of her head. The child fell to the floor on her side, biting her lip as she always did not to cry.
"Tu putita perra!" Emygdia taunted. "Eres una mujer tan débil. Intenté darte otra vida.
Tu culo irrespetuoso se aprovechó de eso!"
"So?" Toda huffed, she turned to Emygdia. "Your whole purpose is to keep me alive."
"Estúpida perra blanca." Emygdia growled, she shifted in her seat. "Este es territorio español. The british came to a land already occupied. Do you think your a fucking exploreter?"
Toda lifted her shoulders. "No, but this magic is wonderful." She wiggled her fingers, admiring her new body. "I should thank you. Ezio found a spell, brought you back, and now I kind of look like you. I control the Dante family."
"Se trata de dinero, ¿no?"
"Nope. It's not. As far as I'm concerned, a wetback fucked a nigger and gave birth to you. But you came out of me, Thankful is a bought baby. But this isn't a race thing. However--"
"¡Es una maldita carrera! Se trata de la versión de prueba heredada!" Emygdia pressed her foot into the carpet and stood up. Balancing herself on the armrest. "History is history, the Chinese worked on the railroad--"
"Voluntary." said Toda. "Who believes that shit, you paid them 26$ a month for working on that murder machine! Blacks didn't get shit, It was terrority war with the Spanish!"
"It's not a race thing." Toda crossed her arms. "Dracula March Theory. I can see how you would incorporate race and skin color but to be fair. You look white."
"Fuck you Eloise!"
"First it was Africa, they stuck a vampire on board a slave ship. When it came to Mexican, your people did it different. Which makes you very interesting."
"Día de Muertos..."
"It's the day of the dead. And niggas fuck with dead people. When your family adopted me, I was in heaven. I was a vampire, you were a vampire." she smirked, "Let's be honest, in the question of race. Shit happens, I won't go into detail. It's all through google, false and true. It's also some Hitler in it. Cleanse."
Thankful got off the floor, she looked at Toda. "Miedo amarillo." she said. "Abuela, ella esta jugando con palabras."
Emygdia stared at Thankful. She squinted her eyes, the thought came to her but she wasn't sure if she was right. She asked herself, a ridiculous question then she asked Toda. "¿Estás usando la historia para deshacerte de algo?"
"Getting rid of something?" she cocked her head to the side. "Something, honestly, it's all Zhaire's idea. He's playing God."
Emygdia clenched her teeth. "What is the goal?"
"los monstruos necesitan vivir," chimed Thankful. She ruffled her pink dress, "teoría de drácula? Abuela, los monstruos ya no se esconden debajo de la cama..."
Toda faced Thankful and kicked her, "Exactly, now shut up. Get ready for the trip to Maine. I have errands to do. And bodies to snatch."