How she got him to do it was easy. And at the same time so wrong. They grew up in a basement. Aleigha was 14 now, Mokiri was 12. Technically, they were I the same age group. "Faster!" she moaned. His fingers found her flat clit ad massaged the button in a circle. He sighed, "Is this doing anything for you?"
"I'm bored." She said grabbing his wrist. "Put your fingers inside of me."
"No..." he pulled his hand away. "Aleigha..."
"Every time you get bored, you get horny. I'm done." he got up off the concrete wall they slept on. "God, I hate yo bitch ass... cry baby vamp."
"Whatever bitch..." On his lower back, her claw marks. On his hips and waist. He made his way to the stairs I the basement and unlocked the door. "Bring me back something!" she yelled from below.
Aleigha rolled his eyes. Merging into the dead silent halls with dark blue rug ad white wallpaper. He turned left to the kitchen. He stepped over a body and another one.
'I hate her and I love her at the same time. Why?' he asked himself. That was obvious, he was high. Her blood was so sweet and thin. The way it oozed out of her wounds draining into his mouth. Then there were the other times, he just wanted to know how her mouth worked.
But he realized, it was a thought, an assumption. He'd fuck anything, he was just collecting and that was his gangster speaking. Sometimes she said the most retarded thing. She asked him, where do babies come from and he answered.
Aleigha pointed between her legs. "Can you give me one." she cooed. "You haven't even had your period yet. No."
She bent her head back and started thinking, "I can suck you—" he covered her mouth. "Don't" he warned. "I told you, we aren't about that life."
"But--I"
"Enough, Mo. Are you biting yourself again?"
She shook her head. He grabbed her arm, "Let me see," her arm was wrapped with a cloth torn from the curtains. He thought it would discourage biting. He gazed at her, "Have you been biting me?"
She shook her head again. "We got to stop together. Ok?"
Mokiri nodded.
Aleigha walked into the kitchen, went to the refrigerator, 'Well, I ain't prepared to die.' he shut the fridge. He let go of a breath, 'We gotta move...'
For a while, they were being smart. They offed the people in the home. Growden let them cook ad at the time, Mokiri didn't know shit.
He had a heart attack. It was like a juice box to them. And she was sane. She needed healing, to empty whatever was in her system.
He had to hunt. He went back to the basement and heard crunching. He bolted down the steps to catch Mokiri with her fist in her mouth. "I broke my teeth--" his feet rushed towards her. His palm met her cheek leaving a print. "What the fuck are you doing?"
She stomped her feet. "I'm hungry!" she whined. "Well good news, we gotta move!"
"I don't wanna sleep in the basement anymore!" she beat the back of her head against the wall. "Stop it!" he held her head. "Get up and quit being retarded!"
He didn't understand why she was like this. He wanted to stop it but if his mother was around, which she wasn't, she would know. The answer was clear as day, he just couldn't define it.
Oce Mokiri got to her feet, she beat herself it the head as they made it to the stairs. "I don't wanna be I the basement! I don't wanna fight!" she blurted out. "You aren't fighting!" Aleigha reassured. "Just calm down!"
"Hello?"
'Fuck'
"Hello?" called out a voice. "Mr. Growden? I'm Bert Page of the Vampiric Disposal. I'm here to pick up the children."
'Fuck me I my grave'
"Who?" Mokiri stared blankly at him. "Lie-Lie..."
"Hush..." he put a finger on her lips. "Lie-Lie's gonna fix it."
"Mr. Growden?" a set of feet echoed. "The door wasn't locked. So..."
'Bad fucking move...'
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That's only partly correct. I can define it in his voice. Mama had nothing to do with it. They want Regal.
"Where are you?"
"Sitting In a bath with blood." I hear slurping. "My nuts look like two big ass cherries." He wheezes into a hearty laugh. "Come lick em."
I'm paranoid as shit. He has to be bullshitting me again. In front of me is a hall with a dead end. I pinch my nose at the scent of putrid animals and burning flesh. What happened down here?
To the right, a hall with several open lockers. To the immediate left of my shoulder, 'Room 131.' The lights are still on, I peer into the room to see a body with its organs spilled out under the desk. It isn't a classroom.
I walk in and I'm begging this shit better not revive. I open the top dresser, a notebook. I'm looking for a map. I check the second dresser, pencils, and a medallion. I pick up the piece of jewelry. A golden chain is attached to the head of a lion. I look at the back, 'Jichowa, Priest of Death 9'
What is the 9 for? The metal is rusty, did it belong to him or another? I move the body, pushing it up straight. His face is gone. 'PA: Dariusz Lewicki.' is written on the name badge. I snatch it off his neck. It might get me somewhere. If he is the personal assistant, the office to the to the superintendent can't be far. It has to be a room that says SI or longer.
I check the other side of the desk. Nothing and going through the man's pockets don't give me anything. Moving on to the classrooms, they're empty. A projector is on in one. It showcases a woman in a Victorian gown.
She's wearing the necklace.
Walking into the classroom I peer at the desk for a book o the current lesson. Second row, first desk. 'The Nine' by Lonnie Suthmeer. I flip to a random page, it's a bible verse. 'If any one of the house of Israel or of the strangers who sojourn among them eats any blood, I will set my face against that person who eats blood and will cut him off from among his people. For the life of the flesh is in the blood, and I have given it for you on the altar to make atonement for your souls, for it is the blood that makes atonement by the life. Therefore, I have said to the people of Israel, No person among you shall eat blood, neither shall any stranger who sojourns among you eat blood. "Any one also of the people of Israel, or of the strangers who sojourn among them, who takes in hunting any beast or bird that may be eaten shall pour out its blood and cover it with earth. For the life of every creature is its blood: its blood is its life. Therefore, I have said to the people of Israel, You shall not eat the blood of any creature, for the life of every creature is its blood. Whoever eats it shall be cut off.'
I flip again, it's a nursey rhythm a da racist one at that.
Ten little Nigger Boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Nigger Boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Nigger Boys traveling in Devon; One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.[10]
Seven little Nigger Boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Nigger Boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Nigger Boys going in for law; One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Nigger Boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Nigger Boys walking in the zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Nigger Boys sitting in the sun; One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Nigger Boy left all alone; He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.
Of course, I sneer.
One more flip of the book. And again, I skip three pages. What is the point of this book?
Finally, after ten pages. 'Hanielle Webster 1801-???'
Hanielle Webster was a street walker, a prostitute, I her life time she was said to be a secret serial killer. She owed a house ad was kicked out by her landlord, Enos Seddon. Hanielle had nowhere to sleep and begged the landlord for a pillow.
Enos shooed her away but bartered with her. He told her if she could balance bottles on her head without breaking any of them, he would let her sleep inside.
He gave her ten bottles and said don't lose your head. Hanielle put one bottle on her head ad bashed three bottles against Enos's head. He passed out ad bleed. She went back inside the apartment and lowered the rent.
People found Enos outside but he didn't kow his name. A bagger played with his mind. He told him his named was Patrick then William. The next day he said his real name was Huey. The beggar even said his name was Nobody. He told him he was black ad he lost his skin to the sun.
The beggar was Jewell Morrissy. Jewell got into a bar fight with Enos. To get out of a bill. He hit Enos over the head with a chair. Enos died of a concussion. Jewell cut his face to escape jail. He eve removed an eye asked a man to break his leg.
He hobbled down the street util he was able to find the apartment. He banged on the door with his shoe. Hanielle opened the door ad told Jewell, 'Don't you come riding pass 8. If the sun hits your back, that's it, ain't no coming back until ten.'
I pull away from the book. Hanielle... my mother. She used to be a prostitute? I continue reading.
In 1875, Hanielle and Jewell were arrested in Selholt for the disappearance of fifty apartment guests. It was noted, that one apartment belonged to Freddie Armstrong and Valeria Armstrong. In family photos, Valeria was holding a newborn baby. The baby was named IT. Investigators asked the criminals if they knew about Itty, Hanielle said, vampires don't even like kids.
Jewell looked at her and smelled, "What about the twenty in the basement."
She smiled back, "You know the adopted don't count."
The apartment was checked thoroughly after this. Babies found in a coffin had their skulls smashed in.
I feel this book is telling me my mother is a baby killer but... I just simply don't care. I have a lot of sibling's and yes, some are adopted. But my mother took care of us so damn well, we thought danger was a word just invented to mask the word stupid.
However,
Is Growden Enos? But I killed Growden back at the house... in Virginia. Oh fuck... ah, it's still stupid.