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.
WHAT THE FUCK AM I SAYING. WHY AM I HERE? WHY DID HE CALL ME ON THE PHONE?
This nigga is running my last nerve! I got an idea. Imma just leave. I can't give myself a solid reason why I need to do any of this. Fuck it.
Fuck it all.
Every fucking step I take leads to more vigorous bullshit.
My phone is ringing in my pockets and I just stopped giving a fuck altogether. What happened to my brother Magna Carta?
What?
I stop and the world starts to undulate. Something in my stomach sinks. My knees want to bend.
I blink my eyes rapidly, trying not to faint. My phone keeps buzzing in my pocket. I take it out and toss it. "I've had enough!" I have to brace myself against a locker near the classroom. I wrench my head back, my throat is hot and beads collect on my forehead. I thought I was holding it back, I can't stop it. Acid flood in my mouth and I let it stain the hall. I groan, pressing my back against the wall.
No, I want to leave.
My phone continues to ring. I look down at the black vomit and my views ripple. A heart lays in the blackness. I want to pick it up. Bending down, I think I can hold it but my hand goes right through.
"Fuck it!" I shake my head. Keeping close to the wall, I make my way to the exit holding my stomach. I still hear the damned phone ringing behind me.
"Why did you eat your mom?" says that petty ass Louisiana accent. "You love Mokiri. I've always told you that. People have been telling you but you ain't listening."
Where the fuck is that coming from? "I taught you. I started eating people when I was about 16. I should ate my mom. I didn't think till later."
Oh my God, shut the fuck up.
"I'm your grandfather. Ok, do you remember the House of Angels?" he mutters in to the speaker. "I did it. I wanted to see what would happen. I mean, vampires cannot enter a home unless invited and I just walked in. Because Hanni was so nice... and the magic is so useful."
"What!?"
"I shot up a whole house, a family. Y'all niggas don't die quick. Guess I can give it to my blood. Africans is annoying. Delagati and his fucking kids, my grandkids, you're my grandchild. Everyone. That little nigga really tired to chop my head off with an axe."
Is he snitching on himself?
"I've done this before. But what happened was I wanted to bring my dad back. I mean, yeah. He was drunken fool and beat the shit out of me. But, at least I could get him back."
I can't bear to stand anymore. "I went into vampire classes back then and collected information. Then I had about a record, because the soul responses to music as well as the human mind. Your mother has dementia and she's basically the Queen or some shit." I fall to my knees; I want my stomach to stop waving. I'm crawling to the stairs. I want out.
"She basically maintained her own illness. The ghytto is conscious. Like that bitch be breathing, so what you do for the ghytto is like karma—it me forever to figure this shit out. It's like a God. So, you praise God for an exchange of goods, right?"
"What did you do!"
"I wanted to be a vampire. Immortality and shit. Then I met Saint John who is the son of the Ghytto. You should know this—I didn't grow up bad. My mama went to church and I did too. Drowning strays and clipping off the wings of birds. So, mama said, this is devilish... went to the doctor right. Had therapy, good. Whatever. I just like... violence and fucking with people."
"So, you just trying to get off?" This is so fucking stupid. "What's the goal!"
"I have the means to do it!" he yells. "Your mother had 30 humans going to Hogwarts for some fuck shit like daily. She healed the sick, guiding people like a fucking prophet. What a life."
He chuckles. "I thought to myself—I had a goddam theory—What happens if you take it away? Because the Ghytto was beautiful. Trees, clean water, good shit. There wasn't even drugs on the street. I like drugs and liquor. And bitches."
"That's fucked up!" I gag. "You did it just to do it?"
"Nigga, use the power of God to listen. She responsible for Good, why can't I be responsible for being the devil?"
I vomit between my knees, I can't breathe. My chest is tight, I look at the way to freedom. I don't want him to speak to me. Fuck it, it's gonna happen anyway.
"Come bring yo black ass down here."
I'm gasping and again, that sinking feeling drops in my stomach. "Explaination!" he sings. If I ever stand up in this lifetime--"You got bit by drunks! You have the mothafuckin' virus created by the nigga—sorry—negros of your local business and hospital—call that a fucking planet. Industry planet. And baby Hanni a fucking industry baby."
"YOU SET UP MY MAMA?"
"I PLANNED THE SHOOT OUT AND GOT HER SOUL ON LOCK! I made that shit look like fucking betrayal to the goddamn public." that hearty laugh makes me ever more sicker. "Suck my dick!"
I lay on the floor which is surprisingly cool. "Where are you?" I hate sounding like I just lost the fucking lottery.
"Taking a bath in bitches. I'm not coming up. That body ain't got long." I hear slurping. "Fucking Victim B."
"What..."
"V! Everyone does it. I've been smuggling shit, got a crew, misused and shit—cause that's what y'all blood fuckers do. Had a curse on a hoe, fucked her, Liga caught me—don't care—this shit power."
"Liga?"
"O'Liga! My wife, yo' grandma, with the husk of my former fucking life. Thinking she could save me—Bitch I don' fucked myself."
If I say I want, I know I won't be able to do shit. So, Fuck that. How long could anyone plan a takeover? "When."
"Huh?" the speakers squeak. "Nigga, come to the basement. First let me read to you the symptoms of the V virus. Goddamn it—I gotta get out the water—wait." This nigga takes nothing seriously. I hear his wet footsteps, he even slips on the floor and I hear that squeak in his voice, 'Shit!'
"Ok, I got it. a metallic taste in mouth, headache, muscle cramps (uncommon), an altered mental status (not in all cases), a shortness of breath," he flips pages. "Wait, there is more. Hyperactivity, feeling tired, feeling light-headed (not in all cases), abdominal pain (uncommon), tingling hands, inattention. My God—so in plain words... you might die. So, the cells are very different than human. If you do die. I can have your body."
"Bullshit..." Don't vomit, don't vomit... "What's the point?"
"Mostly zombie type shit. I'm a sexy old man kind of... but I could use the insurance." he delivers a hearty chuckle. "Bring that ass here bitch! So, I can get healed! Praise Jesus!"
The microphone clicks. I'm trying to hold myself together. I lean on the walls attempting to stand. I need a cane...
Keeping towards the lockers in the hallway, one of the classes has a flag. It's sinful to touch it, it's a white and black flag. White background with sun ray black lines. I rip off the cloth and use the pole. "Fucking ghost..."
Where is the fucking basement? At the end of the hall is another corridor separated by an open frame. I feel almost sleepy and my jaw hurts. What were those symptoms?
His plan is fucking extra as hell. If I'm infected wouldn't that mean he would get it? Ugh... I didn't listen, my fucking head hurts. I just—my stomach is churning.
Going right down the corridor, more lockers on the side before opening up to a wrecked lobby to the right. Is the school really built this way?
Making way to the first threshold, I see it's a lobby with doors and the school emblem on the floor. "More classes."
"The next lobby. Or what the fuck ever. The school doesn't actually look like this, I've kidnapping and causing some fuck it to happen it's crazy."
"You rearranged the school? Your using Amalaric as trap house."
There is silence long enough to find the second lobby ahead of the first. "Yeah..." he says. Oh fucking---"So anyway, you finna take that lobby and you'll find an off limits door. It doesn't matter. But does is that I can heal."
"Why me?"
"I don't know. So, in vampireology which is a class mind you, vamps come from angels. About 63% are demons or highter as speculated by bitches. But after years of shut it was discovered that fallen angels that make it to earth because of some outcast become vampires and that explains the whole blood sucking thing. Like my mama used to tell me, the tooth fairy was a thug and paid bills with teeth on the black market. I got so scared I tapped my teeth to my mouth—that's your memory."
More slurping over the mic. "What's wrong with you?"
"Bitch! You wanna have conversation over the speaker? Ok, Hi, my name is Chauncey, I'm from Louisiana. I got creole in me, I like long walks across your grandma's grave. I like juice with Hennessy. I got a thing for Chinese zodiacs; I was born in the year of the Rooster. Also, my middle name is Lukaifer."
"Lukaifer?" You gotta be fucking with me. "No! I said my name is Chauncey! I am not Lucifer. All I did at home was play video games."
"What is wrong with you?"
"Throwing a piss party. My teachers hated me; I swear. I blamed and called out for my name. Now, Imma show y'all what evil truly looks like..."
"Really? You on some bitch ass nigga drama?"
"So? I'm having fun. Unlike Hanni, I could be a real prophet. Actually, do something right. I didn't kill my mother..."
"So, what you blame God?"
"No..." more slurping. "The police."
"That has nothing to do with the rest of the fucking world."
"All she did was rearrange the memory. I thought she wanted me to be evil. You vampires came into the world like fucking angels and we... worship... you."