Counter999: Take over the manor, be at rest. Fucking Fabrice Berthelot ruined that. Then I found out he's the first husband. I was what the fuck---this bitch is a hoe. Coochie and I really started to bond and he stabbed me in my damn sleep just because I ate Miss. Like what the fuck
?? Above the Rest ??: You need to die.
Counter999: I know!
Counter999: But I don't want to. So, I'm not going to do it.
Counter999: Also, fucking Goldielocks. Her real name is Odile.
Am I pissed? Absolutely. I'm done… I'm so fucking done! He's claiming to be controlling everything I do. He led me to the library with the ghost. The Cajuns back in Maine, everything! It all sounds like pure bullshit. He's just sending me in circles again.
Counter999: don't throw that phone away. You need it for the game.
?? Above the Rest ??: What fucking game?
?? Above the Rest ??: I'm fucking done with this bullshit. I'm pissed beyond belief. What the fuck do you want?
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Counter999: did yeht ekil em htiw yalP
?? Above the Rest ??: Like they did?
I haven't solved shit. Here we go again.
Counter999: em dnivisit
Find him? He continues, I want to break my phone so bad. I'm attached to it.
Counter999: is/in/all/they don't know me
Counter999: gniyl poots t'nac is/in/all/they. emit eht htrow s'tis/in/all/they .uoy wohs em tefirst/one
Counter999: tluciffid gnikcuf os gnihtyreve ekam slatrom uoY
Counter999: em dnivisit
He keeps telling me to find him. If I do, Imma beat him in the face. He must be somewhere in the school. Because why the fuck would the nigga pull me here in the first place?
I'm not bothering with his games. Instead, I start peeking inside of classrooms. Blood inside, a dead drunk in one with an arm in his mouth. I almost want to ask.
I type in the BrainSociety site. Go to the latest news since the school article is no longer there. When I find it, I read it to myself
ARTICLE: The Thrallmaster faced an attack by Conscious Drunks. It occurred at 11:12 am; about 4 o clock on the surface. Maggie Anderson, an attending student at Thrallmaster, managed to escape.
She had this to report on the matter.
The article shows a picture of Maggie, a brunette with red eyes and dirt on her face.
"I know about the tunnels under the school. When I saw a drunk run down the hallway, my heart sunk in my stomach. He was almost stomping to get somewhere; I never knew they could do that."
She was asked where did the drunk go. "My class wasn't that far from the cafeteria. A student walking down the hell, close to the lunchroom, was my boyfriend, Rex." She soon began bawling remembering her lover. "It's so fucked up. He just got back in school after rehab."
"Was there anyone else in the school that escaped?" asked the interviewer.
Maggie's face cleared; she took on a more stoic appearance. "Alexis Kelly."
"Who is Alexis Kelly? Is she a student?"
"An addict. She got expelled from the second building in Virginia. Everyone knew."
"How?" asked the interviewer.
"BrainSociety, she's a praiser from Canada."
"Do you think she had something to do with the attack?"
Maggie nodded, "It's a younger student who sits behind the second building in Virginia. He sells blood."
"Is he part of the cause? Do you think he was manipulated by Alexis Kelly?"
"No. Rhad is quiet, but he always finds himself into trouble. He sips too."
"What does Rhad attend the Thrallmaster for?"
"Practitioner." Says Maggie.
The article begins by addressing what happened inside the school. It started with one and someone found three more in the bathroom crawling out the vent. To my logic, Drunks will hide in dark areas.
I'm conscious. But I don't have the same instinct as a true addict. Thank God my mother taught me control. Drunks will engorge themselves. Drinking up to six gallons of blood if they can, the greed is so strong. It's hard for them though, vampires in Virginia are spaced out, locked up, or confused with 'therapy'.
Those pink eyes used to be a collector's item. You can sell them for 80,000,000. The teeth sell for around 15,000,000. It's about the material in the tooth. A human tooth is made of enamel, pulp, dentin, and cementum. As far as I'm concerned, there is nothing special about the teeth but a Drunk will eat and collect other's teeth.
Then you have fairies. They love teeth.
Maggie said in the lunchroom. Vampires do not have the ability to sense blood in any way. But a drunk can sense high blood pressure. Foods can enable this; I'm not surprised that a Drunk entered the school and dashed into the cafeteria.
Vampires love a bit of ginger in tea. We do hate onions, there isn't any goodness in the vegetable, it makes a vampire not want to bite.
There used to be a trend of bitches carrying onion. Garlic, once used as a repellent, isn't as bad as people make it. We don't like onions, garlic doesn't keep us away, it confuses the fuck out of us as to why you thought it would work.
Old times were baffling. Vampires come from across the world and the Victorian era was fucking stupid and everything was about Dracula and romance. I cannot even gather why someone would want to fuck us.
Rolling my eyes at the bullshit, a picture of the school map is posted against the edge of the wall. Labeling the class numbers and bathrooms. I'm going in the direction of the gym and cafeteria.
Making my way there, it's stained of handprints, footprints, and splashes of dried blood on the floor. Another particularly is words written on the wall.
dlrow eht tae ot stnaw eH
eHs lost his mind
sdiunto/ye/with rof era skiralso/it
Beauty, Beauty, Beauty
Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty.
Why is Beauty written so many times? On the lockers, walls, floor, and escalating to the ceiling. It feels as if I'm in wonderland.
Coursing through the corridor. I hit the edge of the lunchroom.
"Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral," a female voice sings. I stay near the wall, a honeyed voice. I sneer at the tone; I wish I didn't recognize it. "fourth (?)leep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night."
That is bullshit, she's singing in Enochian?
" with(?)uardian angels with(?)od will send thee,
All through the night// fourth (?)oft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping."
Creeping to the door window. Alexis is sitting on a table surround by corpses. Her red hair drapes her back, she's wearing a shoulder top and a pair of light blue jeans.
I'm not going in there. She has been stalking my ass this long and to see where she is. My stomach is flipping. I dunk away from the wall as I see her head turn, "I thought I heard someone breathing…"
Her eyes are pink, her skin the shade of a light-medium gold. She gets up, I pick up her snapping fingers. "Come on Toro, let's go find where they went." I crawl up the wall backward. Hanging from the ceiling, I hold my breath, she's holding a chain linked to a giant Drunk. He's gangly with a pug nose. Wait—Is that a gargoyle?
There are broken wings on its back, it walks on all fours but its back legs are higher than the front. "Where are they Toro?"
He tugs the chain to the left hallway, "This way," He beckons.
What was she doing in there? Looking into the window, the drunks look as if they're sleeping on the floor and tables. One cuddled up with half a body. "What the fuck is happening…?"
One drunk towards the right wall lifts its head. Its head swivels, eyes glaring at me. Is his neck already broken to turn 360 like that? It chatters its crooked teeth pointing into its top lip.
"What is she doing here?"
I have to make sure I avoid Alexis at all costs. Why is she carrying a fucking gargoyle on a leash? She's such a nigga-bitch.
I count to myself: 1… 2… 3… 4… 5
And make my way, across the hall from the lunchroom is a vertical hallway. One classroom is open, tables and desk with a computer broken on the floor. The class next to it has a body sticking out the vent. I instinctively touch my gun, I'm ready to blow this school up. Keeping to the right side, my heart speeds at the thumping coming from a door I pass by.
The Drunk breaks the window and grabs me, his eyes missing. Blood strands of hair landing on his shoulder. "Do you hear me?" his voice is gurgled. "Let me go!" I slap his claws away. "You conscious?"
"Yes…" he drools trying to maintain his sanity. "Who are you?"
"Aleigha… if I say the name Headcount, what comes to mind?"
His eyes ogle, "Head… count?"
"That's why I'm here."
"I can… hear… thoughts… something is… wrong."
"Go on…," Bitch speak up.
He takes forever, I'm turning my head back and forth to catch Alexis creeping up on me. Knowing she's around has me more paranoid than a drug dealer.
"Devil… Devil Thing."