"What are you?" Moibeal pressed her back against the wall. "I'm going to eat you anyway. But let me introduce myself, I'm Wyleisha." She tilted her head towards the ceiling. "Though, my first name used to be Huguette. My dad's gonna take over the world!"
Wyleisha hopped in place. She beamed at Moibeal, her eyes glowing pink. "Can I eat you?"
"No!" Moibeal scurried up the wall and moved to the right. "Stay away from me."
"I can't find my mama no more." Said Wyleisha. "She was real sick so daddy found a book! At the Mardi Gras Festival."
Why was she telling her this? "Daddy always said if mama ever died; he'd take everyone out." She grabbed the side of her cheeks and looked down heartbroken. "She said—she told daddy; you can't be mad at the world."
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"Where is my sister?" Seamus traveled behind Ataullah. He pushed past brushes as they walked into a wooded area. Darkness limited his vision. "I'm showing you, it's right back here…" said Ataullah. Seamus huffed and continued following the fur cloaked man. Something about his being made his stomach churn. His hair reached his back knees.
When they reached a shack with a clean plain as if it had been mowed compared to the rest of the forest. "In here… with a vampire."
"A vamp—What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Everything that the world can't see." He answered. He bore over his shoulder. "I lied about my name by the way."
"Who are you!" he demanded. "Ataullah She. Call me Hollar."
Seamus blinked. He didn't care but he heard the name before, in a bar. "Where is my sister?"
"Valentina?"
"Her name is Moibeal."
"Gone." He said nonchalantly. "What the fuck are you talking about, did you kill my sister?" Seamus seethed. "I'll fucking kill you! Don't think I didn't come with—" he rubbed his back pockets and his heart sunk. "I know you had a weapon on you. I had a spirit take it away."
"Son of a—"
"So anyway, her name is Valentina now. And I'm gonna name you Seamus—and then you can be Quimby. Then after that, you can be Seamus again."
He took a step back. "Moibeal is no more. I'll put her in a dog or something. Or craft one. But one thing is for sure, I'm using that body for something."
This all because he wanted to be a hotshot. He knew with the other vampire meant when he said, he needed something of value. Seamus knew all too well, the first trade wasn't good enough but here he stood motherless.
Ataullah approached the door and inserted a key into the lock. "So, are you ready?" he asked without turning around. "Ready for what?" Vampires asked the stupidest questions. "For your new life."
"Look asshole, I already made a deal with the Black Market and now your putting me into another business deal? After you killed my fucking mother? How fucking hardy!"
"Indeed. I'm Arab what can I say?" he chuckled. This was the truest form of religious hypocrisy. "I don't like how you look at me. As if I'm a dog that hasn't had a bath." His top lip lifted. "Sorry about the carpet."
"Fuck… you." His body trembled with rising fury. "I never should have done this shit in the first place."
"Stay your ass off youtube and quit make videos about your little theories." He mocked. "are you a whorshipper?"
"Fuck no!"
"Are you a crafter?"
"No—"
"Are you selling vampire blood?"
"I'm not—" he kept cutting him off, not letting him get a word in. "You have no reason getting into vampiric affairs. We had one of the pets look up your info. You aren't from around here, are you?"
He couldn't do anything except look like a toddler without candy. "I don't care what you looked up. I know who the fuck I am."
"So, you never sold a fairy to the market for a set of teeth?" Ataullah dismissed his gaze from him. "fucking fairies."
"What!?" he blurted finding the remark an insult. "Ireland is full of them. Wingless midgets. At least that's what they say…"
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"The sídhe—Or whatever the fuck they're called. Irish fucking ancestry. But let's get to the point." Ataullah opened the shack door. "If I talk fast, your ass won't remember a thing. Follow little bitch…" he twiddled his fingers. Seamus's body tingled; his feet lifted slightly from the grass. He floated behind the vampire.
A square space empty of junk. Ataullah went to the wall and opened a door in the floorboards. "Vampires like hiding spots. Like how Dracula bulit lairs."
He thought to himself, did this have to do with bringing back one of the most notorious vampires? After the reveal of the African vampires which was all over the news in Virginia. The obayifo consumed Virginia during the slave trade. He didn't know much about America.
Just a few months ago, he learned that the name of Jamestown wasn't always named as such. "Your head is well informed." Noted Ataullah. "It's Shearwater."
"Why did it change?" Seamus understood his position. All he could do was listen because walking and punching him in the face was unreachable. "The first African slave boat. The information on the Africane is incorrect. The boat made it back, but something came out of it. The boat did not sink. A beast had boarded the ship and attacked the captain." He glared at Seamus. "Remove your clothes for this." He shielded his eyes and snapped his fingers. Seamus's clothes disappeared; the cold air immediately whipped his skin. "Anyway, your correct about the town name. An obayifo was on there. It posed as an African. Some say it was angel Gabriel, you know, you heard of Regal Prince?"
He nodded. "Good. We hate him. So, in the bible, it says; Are they not all ministering spirits sent out to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation?" he laughed. "I used to go to church… it's fucking hilarious to me now."
Below the door in the floor a ladder. He lowered himself down the ladder and Seamus followed, floating towards the hole and down into the basement dome. "Continuing, the middle east is next to African. 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."