"An old wise witch discovered a terrible thing. How to make a vampire—I don't fucking remember who that was—but that's how all this shit started." He paused and turned to Seamus. "We go way back."
"Let me go…" Seamus grunted. "The black market kidnapped my sister and this is the shit I get in for it. You fucking vampires ain't shit."
"You wanna write shit like Twilight, Underworld, and god knows what." He stepped towards him, examining his face. Ataullah saw at his neck, his flushed cheeks, and veins visible on his throat. "What's ya blood. I got a sensitive stomach."
"Blood type FU positive"
"Clever," he twiddled his fingers, and Seamus's body followed. They went down a corridor. Dirt and gravel surround them. It was a tunnel leading underground. "This shit was work to make. I don't know why he decided to bulit a damn factory slash vampire hold. This shit was in Norway and he wanted to bring it to America. Worse fucking decision." He muttered to himself, Seamus squinted his eyes, barely picking up audible words. "And then I need an outline. I could use the Origami outline." He bore over his shoulder. "Do you wanna be a bird or an abomination?"
"I wanna be alive!"
"Your insurance doesn't cover life…" he turned around and walked a little way forward to before coming to a door. The dirt road run out into metal flooring and walls. Attached to the door a small key panel. Seamus watched him punch the numbers into the device. 1-2-6-0
A beep chimed and a clanging sound. "Again, my name is Ataullah She. I'll be your ritualist for the evening. You have been selected to join in a one-time offer—correction. We offer this all the fucking time. And it's not an offer."
"What the fuck is going on!" he struggled, his body made no effort to move. His toes paralyzed; his fingers motionless. He furrowed, screaming out his frustrations. "I have to include what happens during this ritual. You will be placed on your back and will not be able to move during this time. But beforehand I'm cutting you in half, taking out your fucking organs—you know like Egypt—put your organs in a jar. And sell what we can. Black market shit. But don't worry! Your organs can also be preserved and used for other vampiric rituals. Would you like to be a donor for the cause?"
"No! No! No!"
"Yes," Ataullah smiled. "Your human blood will be drunk. You never have to worry about that going to waste. Vamps need bone and blood. It's part of the diet."
He just wanted him to stop talking. His words rushed, he only caught the words 'transferred' and 'body' "Your sister will be transferred to another. Your body is a temple and using be brain definitions and words. A temple is defined as a building of worship, a place of dwelling, or religious place of significance. So, I got to ask you a question as required by the Let me In Law, in stated since, well; forever."
Sweat collected on Seamus's forehead, underarms, and neck. His body numb but his heart drummed against his ribcage.
Ataullah beamed, flashing enlarged teeth. His eyes glowing red, "Can I call you home?"
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Murderous
That's what they called him. In the hold, he was a murderous greed vamp. But he had therapy, so he was only obsessed. Seamus's blood coated his fingers. He rubbed it on his nails and the rest of his fingers.
It was something about the texture. He asked himself why "I'm a sick ass nigga."
His red eyes flashed from red to pink. "Imma need a new name and shit." His stomach bubbled, the souls of twenty-two people screaming within him. "I could stop lying. That would make a lot of sense. I forgot who the fuck I am."
He turned to face the floor. Seamus's naked body was split open from the chest down to his belly button. The organs were removed. Body cleaned out from the inside.
This man, whoever he could have been, stood in front of a table. He picked up of the bones from Seamus's body. This bone came from his ribs. He broke it in half.
"Oh wait," he sighed. "Where the hell is that rotary drill?" he went to the west wall of the area with boxes against the wall. He grabbed one box, felt its lightweight, and sat it down. He grabbed another, heavier than the last. He opened it, an assortment of items. Spoons used to pluck out eyes. Pilers used to pluck the teeth, some yellow gloves about one too many. Nail clippers and sandpaper to rub off the fingertips.
He had to dig through the pile to get to the pilers. He pulled out the pilers with a blue handle. Squeezing them, he chuckled, "Bonjour mon cher."
He moved to the dismantled body. "Imma do bad things to you." He paused. "What's wrong with me?"
His head twitched, his eyes blinked unequally. "What is wrong with me?" He winced at the zap in his neck. "Fuck my life. I need more blood… I'll be fine."
He mumbled, "Just need blood. It's fine." He bent down and one by one. He took out the teeth, claiming the first two. His hand holding down the head as he snatched the teeth from the top jaw. Continuing with the ones in front and then struggling with the back molars. "I need a knife." He threw down the pilers and got up. Moving to the backs, he grabbed a box in the crook of the wall. "Let's see what's in here."
He opened it up, a detached penis, three sets of hands, and a jar of eyeballs. "I've been looking for these." He threw the box on the floor and went for another. Opening the next, he found ahead with the eyes inside, the tongue is swollen, and skin decaying. "At least I know where the smell coming from." He set the box at his feet. "I'll use that for a puppet later. Where the fuck are my knives?"
The man went to the table towards the right wall. "I should have looked." He snatched the small knife and went back to the body. Opening the jaw, he sliced the gums so it would be easier to remove the teeth.
He took the pliers again and worked the tooth out. Coming to the final in the way back of the mouth. The tooth was smooth. "Fucking fairies and plant eating bitches." Though fairies were not plant-eaters. He recalled his time in the HOLE.
Human + Human = Cannibalism
Human + Vampire = Nothing
Human + DRUNKEN VAMPIRE = DRUNK/IMP
Fairy + Human = Pixie
Fairy + Vampire = Sociopath
Fairy + DRUNKEN VAMPIRE = IMP
Imp + Imp = ???
Imp + Human = Imp
Imp + Vampire = DRUNK
Imp + DRUNKEN VAMPIRE = ???
Imp + Fairy = ???
Fallen Angels: Vampires
That was the gist of it then. "I caught me a fucking fairy. Wait—damn it…" he grumbled. "Now I got to rebuild and shit. I didn't get my wish."
Getting off the floor, he went to exit the room and go to the left of the hall. Coming to a dead end, he turned to a door with a key panel. "Why did I make so many fucking doors?"
1-5-1-5
The door spread apart. A staircase leading down, he followed the rail to the bottom. Turning right beside the steps. He went into a hall and made a wide hall. In the room, a creature with a small head, eyes shut, and a set of wings on its back. Three arms with bracelets, the moon, the sun, and earth. It sat on a pile of bodies. "are you full?"
It flapped its enormous wings. A decapitated head rolled to his feet.
BRING ME BLOOD.
Its small head swiveled revealing another face but horrid and disfigured. Sharp teeth sticking throwing the top lip and bottom. Its tongue slithering through the caged teeth.
DISCIPLINE
DISCIPLE.
"Yeah, yeah…" he rolled his eyes. "So, for all these fucking chores I'm doing do I get anything out of it? Dirakulhguise?"
Its head twitched erratically.
BRING ME BODIES
BRING ME BLOOD
BRING ME LIFE
//into/thirdo As is/in/all/they fourth (?)ay five(5)r Nothing//