Chauncey opened his locker. The strangest locker of all. Chauncey Vansant's locker was a resettable Combination Discus Padlock. The code? 8173.
He put the code into the rotator. A loud clack sounded; he opened his locker. Inside, a bag of weed, a bag of heroin, a bag of purple leaves, and a black book with a symbol of a circle made of teeth. He reached into the back of his locker and picked up the book, The Solstice Disc.
A few seconds later, Curtis met him at his side. "You busy?"
"Nah, what you want?"
"The damn plant keeps trying to have a conversation with me." He spoke lowly. Curtis moved closer to Chauncey. He whispered, "You have a condom?"
Chauncey bucked his chest, shove Curtis by his shoulder. "The fuck wrong with you?"
"Listen!" he exclaimed. "I'm looking to go to the Flower Pot after school! I was just wondering if you had the safety et!" Curtis yelled into the emptying hallway. "I dam sure aim 't looking for nothing else." He glared at Chauncey and mouthed the words, 'Nigga help me.'
Chauncey didn't even know Curtis, he wasn't obligated to do anything, but the plat kept him interested. "What's wrong with it?" Chauncey rolled his neck. "It's spitting at me."
And Chauncey wanted to tell him right then to go fuck himself.
Curtis led Chauncey to the janitor's closets. "I didn't know the school kept such a large room for a janitor, I guess it's like the main closet for big messes."
"How did you get into it?" asked Chauncey.
"Barbie pen." Curtis stared at him. He looked at his feet ad to the left absently. "Also magic because the pen didn't work."
He arched a brow, "You do this regularly?"
"No." he opened the double doors. "Once or twice a week."
"What are you going through?" Chauncey fizzled. "Nothing!" Curtis blurted. "Maybe. I think I'm pregnant." Curtis went into the room ad waved for Chauncey to come in. It made his back tense but the plant.
Once inside the room, he saw two ladders against the wall, white paint, and dull construction paper. "So, I want you to meet Dirakulhguise." He put his arms out, introducing the big-headed plat stem with a stocking cap o his head. He twinkled, "Ok…" He had already done this before. "He told me," Curtis wagged his finger. "We could be vampires, but he needs something from us."
"Ok…" he narrowed his eyes. "Ad that is?"
"Do you have a twin?" Curtis uttered. "I had oe." He started breathing quickly. "I didn't get to name them tho. I was thinking like Shackh, all he did was eat." He scratched the back of his head. "But ever since he left; I feel… light. He was mumbling something about rape ad he looked at me ad said he was me but I was like that can't be because I am me. You get me?"
"No." Chauncey shook his head with his eyes closed. "Exactly."
This nigga must be high. "so, Shackh came from me. But I don't remember."
"You don't remember?"
"Yep! So anyway, I asked plantly here ad he said. My doppelganger came out, ad I was like why. Ad he said, I need to stop crying I the closet but really, I don't remember doing that. So, Shackh, spelled S-H-A-C-K-H, some Egyptian type of shit, produced like Snacks. So anyway, he started looking around the house for food, I gave him a bag of chips. CRAZIEST MOTHERFUCKIG THIG." Curtis raked his hand down his face. He pointed at the plant, "This nigga started moving. Like hopping inside the pot of dirt."
Chauncey looked at Curtis, "Why am I here?"
Curtis reached into his back pocket ad flicked out a knife. "To kill you."
He stepped back; Curtis stepped forward. "He said, I can join the coven if get a body." His eyes budged out. His neck cracked to the left ad right sporadically. "Nigga fuck off with that!" demanded Chauncey. "I can… be… with him. But first," words appeared on the wall. Sliding up from the foundation bottom. "tace-KAA" the words glowed ad the paint melted. It dripped down the wall ad onto the floor. The paint gathered In the center of the room with the pot. Paint swirled around the pot of the flower and the head bobbed up and down. Chauncey's heart skipped as a set of crooked teeth showed through the thin cloth over its face.
Curtis lunged forward with the knife's edge pointing at him. He flung the knife down, over Chauncey's head, and swiped across his chest. "ʎpoq sᴉɥ ǝɯ ǝʌᴉꓨ!" screeched Dirakulhguise. Curtis's eyes fluttered; his neck broke to the left. He wheezed, "Yo!" Chauncey braced himself against the wall.
"ɐɓɓᴉu ʅʅᴉʇs pʅoH."
Curtis jolted forward, Chauncey rolled down the wall, bobbing and weaving. As the knife was thrust towards his face, Chauncey moved his head right ad grabbed Curtis's arm. He pulled his arm forward, hoping the knife would get stuck in the wall. Curtis hissed; Chauncey stumbled moving behind him. Curtis's neck snapped back straight; he held the knife above his head. His mouth open, revealing spaced fangs. Chauncey got to the ground ad swiped his leg under his feet, knocking him off balance
"ɥɔʇᴉq ɐ ɟo uos!" Dirakulhguise's face crinkled ad a grey togue hooked around Chauncey's leg. "ƎNIW"
Chauncey reminded himself that he wasn't a bitch. Though this situation said a lot. His head thought… barter. "Wait! Wait!" He also told himself he was ridiculously dumb. "You're a vampire."
Dirakulhguise's tongue continued to draw him in, Chauncey was dragged across the floor. The stocky cap ripped as the plat opened its jaw. A ma's head with gouged out eyes. His ears were cut off ad his nose bent to his lips which were cut, split apart, dry and damaged. What had he learned in vampire classes?
Vampires In the ghytto like to bet. Vampires in the ghytto will bet especially for food but you should never play a king unless you have worth.
"wait!" he screamed. "My blood is my life, but my soul is greater!"
He paused. The head bet back, "Maybe." He spoke, his voice fluctuated. "yoU cAN't GEt RiCh Off a POOR mAn'."
"But nigga I don't wat to die, so that whole being broke don't fucking matter." He panted. "Look, I want something. And you want—"
"A BODY!" The ceiling began to shake, and the walls cracked, the popcorn ceiling fell, a chunk of it crashed to the floor. He seemed to relax, "ʇǝq ǝɥʇ ɯoɹɟ ǝzᴉɹd ʎɯ puⱯ."
His tongue wet back into his mouth. "Ok. So, I'll make a deal with you."
His eyes lowered. "Hardheaded nigga."
"Because I don't wanna die…"
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Whatever happened to Curtis. Chauncey knew he didn't want to be in that position. Curtis's body carried the potted devil. He wasn't sure how; magic was involved somewhat or all together. "Do as he says."
"If I do this… what do I get out of it?"
"Whatever you wat." Curtis smiled.
"I'm not sure." He thought to himself, 'I could ask for mom, I didn't mean for that to happened.'
"You're running on curiosity" Dirakulhguise smirked, his face fractured ad mended as he relaxed. "Why do you practice?"
"I guess I wanted to be a vampire. But like… I don't know." This was bad, he was getting him to think. "I wanna be a vampire. But I wanna be known for…
The head raised a brow. "It's like… I don't know. I wanna be involved."
A smoke escaped. "Curious hoe."
"I guess," he shrugged. "Vampires get a lot."
"I have a castle." He smirked. "You wanna borrow my throe?"
Chauncey paused, he looked over his shoulder. "Crows let you do anything." He rolled his eyes. "Or at least he did. Me? They made me work for it."
"What are you talking about?" he turned fully.
"You wanna see if you seat I the captain's seat, will get the same respect. You're trying to find what you are meant for."
"Am I?" he muttered. "My life is pretty ok."
"Lame ass." He chuckled. "You want purpose. Do as I say, Do as I do, Do as I… want."
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Chauncey had to do something. He started an action he simply couldn't undo. And if he decided, he didn't wanna do it ow. Well, he might as well keep going.
Chauncey put his foot o the shovel to pierce the ground. He lifted as much dirt as the shovel could handle. He was going through a lot. The thing in the house crawled along the ceiling. The worst part, he didn't pay rent and that aggravated him the most. He didn't bother digging a giant hole In the yard for another body. While the other was covered by a mountain of dirt done by his mother. This was his own little bundle of misshapes as his mother once said so, clearly, he learned it from her.
For his mother, he dug deep. It was taking some time. "Simpleton," yawed Dirakulhguise. "How are you a practiconer and don't know magic?"
"I don't know." He kept digging. "In my head I was playing dungeon and dragons."
"Hmm."
Chauncey stepped into the hole he made, uncovering more dirt until reaching the casket. A simple cardboard box with a square wooded stand that was formerly the table. "You can't be eve bury your mom right."
This piece of dirt and gravel was getting o his nerves. "We wait got a lot of money for a funeral."
"OOoo."
He looked at the devil. "What are you?"
"Well, I'm a vampire King." His head twitched. "Vampires love games."
"And?"
"I fucked a bitch, though she was the wrong bitch, I still had my dick I there."
"Go on." Chauncey rested on the handle of the shovel. "I will…" Dirakulhguise grinned. "You ever, held yo' own balls and you just knew you had power?"
"Sure…"
"That's what it feels like to be king." The pot hopped, "you can do anything. I stole a princess ad pissed off her father."
"Why?"
"Because every dumb bitch I the ghytto breeds like a crackhead. I don't want my baby looking like grits and cheese."
"You wanted an heir?" he assumed. "Ugh…" he started to think. "You see, humas believe in a forever life and that shit is just fucking ridiculous. The gods are immortal ad they grant it too just anyone. I should know. I got fucking bold ad ow I'm here."
"But why a plant?"
"Half ass revival. You see, a vamp ca die. We don't get to appearance a log life like I those fancy 25films. Nigga I got a bullet in my head and God was like, just make sure, put a bag over him."
"Stocking cap." He corrected. "I got no fucking eyes. It feels like something." He wobbled his head. "So anyway, I made a deal with Dirakulhguise, he's a devil thing. I said if I got him nine billion bodies as a blood payment, he would happy me take down God. Or I should say dad."
"You wat to attack God?"
"Vampire God."
"Not the Christian version."
The plat rolled his eyes, "Look nigga, When you see a shadow just call it the devil."
"So, who are you?"
"Me? I'm Saint John, son of God."