And when you fast, do not look gloomy like the hypocrites. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them.
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"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."
Wish his fucking body was here so I could swing. I swear he told me; his mother drowned him? His still keeping up his lies. For what? I already know the nigga's secrets from wet the bed to shitting in day care.
And he just wants to use my body to feed off of. I've been trying to turn around. He has a hold on me. If I have the will, he doesn't have the way.
"I got the whole bottom of the school set up. Nice setup, luxurious, swimming pool, I even invited a bunch of friends over." he releases a sigh. "Melvin didn't even want to come. I saved a body for him and everything, sad."
Saved a body? "Are you just down there making a nest? You built a hole under the school?"
"And plugged some ass while I was at it." he chuckles. "A lot of skinny bitches in the Ghytto surprisingly. So, I had to barrow from the otherside of the Hood. I like em' fat."
I make a face, "Nigga, that's rape."
"Chill, they zombies..."
I'm disgusted beyond words. "How are you controlling the situation. I keep twitching but I'm moving forward."
"It's called Black Magic for a reason. My black French, light skin cajun creole behind is using the greatness. So, I wanna talk about me. When was but a young nigga, I liked vampires. They came out in—fucking—I don't remember the fucking year, I'm like fucking 40-ish. But anyway, I was fucking with Devontae and her family comes from this angel that fell. So basically, my first crush was this dark-skinned angel. I'm talking about O'Liga, keep up." he snaps his fingers. "So, me and O'Liga had a few fucking kids. My brother married ya mama too. Plus, my first born had Warr and Reality. He scoffs, "Shit pissed me off."
"And?" What is he telling me, that he's jealous?
"I'm not jealous! O'Liga, the finest thing I got!" He coughs. "Had..."
"Well, that's cute. You lost ya' bitch." I feel like I'll hurl again. "I know! And Hanni, has too damn much. She had the Ghytto locked down, she changed a horrible Hellspace into the gardens of fucking Eden. Shit looks sumptuous and shit."
"Sounds like jealousy."
"No, no, no..." he splashes the water. "It's like if her. Influence, can do... that much and the world responses to it. I wanna see what my influence does. And clearly, I fuck up everything. This bitch turned red and black. Like the motherfucker had an ocean. Like a giant mermaid—I thought it was a mermaid surfaced dead and the sky turned black. The priest at the big church went blind. Like one of them motherfuckers is an angel, he cut his dick off. Do you think I'm bad?"
I straighten my back. My mouth doesn't want to close, I throw the pole to the ground. "So, like O'Liga knew magic and shit. And I wanted to know—long story short, we got a divorce. Like I said, she comes from a family of angels and she wasn't susposed to be around humans but mind you, I'm from Louisiana. Voodoo. So, technically that's inhuman--"
"SHUT UP!"
"--I'm just telling you I'm basically a witch doctor. Like practice that shit and you get to be a witch. And I kept learning and learning--"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"So, the whole deal is, I started and I like it!"
"Your addicted to lying?" I'm so done right now.
"I just—I actually don't know what I'm doing." he gives a deep cackle. "Like I started doing this shit I had no idea what I was doing, so, I kept trying to do something with it."
"If I beat your black ass down, will that fill you with purpose?"
"No." there's a silent in the air. "That's jusrt an invasion of privacy. In fact, Gehaudi."
The air is visible around me. Clear lines whistling by me. I can almost hear a conversation in it. "The police we will be here eventually." he says. "Especially if you try to leave. I know you're thinking of a way. Oh and your girlfriend is in the building, she might get caught in some shit again."
"What are you saying!" I pick up the pole feeling my knees about to give out. "Alexis? I hate her!"
"Wrong. You hate Mokiri, I fucked with her too."
"Liar!"
"Wrong... again!" he sings. "Goddamn it, at this rate you'll never win the lottery! So, it's like this. When You were 14. Let me see, I ain't got a calculator, 40 – 14... I was... that can't be right. Damn, I can't do anything while high on Epiphany. Anyway! I hit Alex with my car, so I was supposed to be sleep and I wasn't and did some hood rat activity. That's fucked up! And you were all like," his voice is high pitch, damn near broking my eardrum, "No... my woman! It was so cute. But yeah I killed that bitch and the dog was like, 'I hate you because you lied to me. It's funny that she calls me the puppet man, I like voodoo dolls, do you? Bars."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Call me a crackhead, I don't know. But say, I'll make a deal with you. IF YOU BRING YO ASS HERE. IMMA TELL YOU MORE—I'm tired of using the mic, like I gotta pull the cord and the cord keeps getting stuck on shit."
I'm starting to think this is a prank. "What a minute. Let throw you some memory."
"What the fuck--"
A ball of airspeeds towards, it has the form of a face yelling... I can hear my name.
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July tied Mokiri's hands behind her back while sitting on a chair. "That's the last goddamn time you shoot me. I fucking hate you." As he finished he stood in front of her and slapped her across the face. "Imma do it again. You a bastard just like me."
"How the fuck you get into this situation?"
"I don't remember." she cocked her head. "Probably one of y'all fucking vamps. High and mighty asses."
"The better for you to sniff." he smirked. "Just stay put little puppy. I'll go out with the parents and come back. You hold down the fort."
"Fuck you! Bloodsucking ass nig--"
"I know precious..." July smiled.
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Godelieve and Seamus tagged along with July going to the library. Neither of the two humans had a will of their own. Godelieve's head fell to the left as she groaned. Seamus responded with grunts. "Y'all getting a divorce?" joked July as he buttoned his jacket. "Wants the argument?"
Seamus moaned loudly, his arms swaying. "I see," July turned to Godelieve. "He said you not being considerate."
Godelieve bletched, she sighed releasing a bubble of gasses from her stomach. "I understand. I don't want you to be a zombie forever. I need you." Godelieve's head rocked back and forth, her chin tossed forward as her eyes slid apart. "Use your words." encouraged July. Godelieve's back stiffened. She whooped and bleated wildly. July blinked rapidly, "Well, I've never."
On the way to the Estate Library on Lews Stump Mosey Street. The zombies murmured audacities at each other or July. At the library, July waved his hand controlling Godelieve's actions.
Godelieve placed her hands on the counter. July balled up his fist and spoke between thumb and index. "Loquinazu"
As July's lips motioned, Godelieve spoke. "Hello, my name is Jennifer. I was wondering—I've been looking everywhere for it—Do you have anybooks on vampires?"
The librarian raised a brow at her slow, slurred, and barely understandable speak. "B, O, O, K" July spelled. "Books? Ma'am?"
"V, A, M, P, I, R, E, S."
The librarian pointed to the back of the library. Whilst thinking they were a foreigner. "Mom, can I get two books?"
Godelieve eyes spread, she started head banging. Knocking over things on the counter and reaching for the librarian. "Ma'am! Let me go!" Godelieve clutched the woman's collar, snapping her teeth near her ear.
July grimaced and snapped his fingers. "Excuse my mother!" Godelieve flopped down on the floor. "She's a necrophiliac."
It occurred to him he meant narcolepsy.
"What!" the woman flew back on her heels. "She's cranky!" July grinned showing his fangs. The librarian gawked at the makeshift family. "Father, may I go get a book?"
The zombie wiggled in response; July dashed off to the back of the library. "Something about witches in this bitch."
Slaves Of The Solstice – An auto biography of Apunda Johnson
Vanish In My Nightmares (Was Freddy Hatfield a Whorshipper of Freddy Krueger?)
"Interesting, but I beed a book on rituals and witches." HE should have asked.
He continued.
Men and Owls
Rune Of A Cat
Enchantment Of The Stars
"Witches and bitches love astrology." He grabbed the book and flipped through the pages for keywords. "Witch, Witch, Witch—page 38. Celestial Witch Inez -- The world is full of people. 414,339 people gathered near People's Harvest. On May 9th 1401. Fidelia Void and her, at the time vampire husband, Marsden Winter; were looking for a cure. Fidelia grew up in a witch coven, Coven of the Mirror."
July flipped the pages, "closer..."
Page 104, Ancestral Churches -- People trust the fortune of divine absent-- "Shit on the history lesson. He put the book on the shelf, "Next!"
Figures Of Darkness
"Devils"
Greed Of The Guests
"Vampires."
Monument Of The Faceless Ones
"Bullshit."
The book pushed itself out and back in. "Bitch." he murmured. He ignored it and continued.
CULTS by Kira Bukhari
Lenie by Jack Price
I Could by Marcos Ellison
Artificial by Anonymous
DBD: Knowing the Rites by Ivica Sipila
"This one?" the book was covered in a metal case unlike the rest. On the metal a figure of a goat with a bell in its mouth. The book in the back, sucked in and out. He rolled his eyes, "Guess I'll take that one too."
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At the house, July put down the three books in the kitchen. Monument Of The Faceless Ones, DBD: Knowing the Rites by Ivica Sipila, Enchantment Of The Stars and Men and Owls by Hannielle.
His mother wrote several books but he didn't see the ones he remembered. Men and Owls followed the story of Somondre Fleming. Somondre liked comedy and wanted to be a comedian. However, his friends told him he wasn't funny. So, one night an owl came while his window was open. He stared at Somondre with its black orbs and hooted darkly.
The plot was interesting when was a kid. There were seven owls that granted Somondre the power of Laughter. Somondre thanked the owls and he had a stand-up show. The audience laughed so hard they had several heart attacks and their souls left their bodies.
The Owls came to the stand-up and sucked up the souls. And they thanked Somondre. 'Laughter is good for the Soul.'
Somondre went to jail and died, the owls went to his funereal and laughed to revive him. 'Comedy is never dead.'
It was a fucked-up book that became reality. To quote his mother, 'You can't really be a joker.'
'What's a joker?'
'Funny demons. That's all, just a fuck nigga that plays too much.'
'Sounds like a crackhead,' said July eating his porridge with cinnamon and a side of toast that day.
He already read that story.
His eyes landed on Monument Of The Faceless Ones but his hands touched DBD: Knowing the Rites. He switched between the two. "I need a witch." he said looking at DBD. He sighed, "I'll read a page of out each."
He took DBD: Knowing the Rites into the den area of the house and sat down. "Hey!" yelled Mokiri. "Hush Puppy!"
He sat down and opened the book.
DBD: Knowing the Rites
Introduction
This book contains secrets of the obayifo and Black Folk Magics such as rituals and acts of worship. It's been 35 years of Seen for humanity. They call us witnesses.
Black Folk Magic equivalent to Louisiana Voodoo or urban equal of hoodoo.
The African Americans are well educated in their roots despite lack of credit. Vampires themselves have shown that slavery isn't by skin or species but by strength of another.
Vampires have shown that skin color or origin doesn't make someone a slave, but intelligence.
I have taken IQ test before but that doesn't matter to vampires of any origin. I've never wanted to be in a hole or switch my soul with another. I've never wanted to hold the same magic unless I became a victim.
Page 1: The Black Rule
I've heard, do unto others as others do unto you. The way my mother taught me was if my mail is stolen then I should be able to do the same so they know how it feels.
Among Vampires, it is tradional to hear about Bets in the Ghytto. We are only aware of two Bets in history.
The Satan v God Bet
The Hood bet
According to the tomes of the Ghytto written by Brother Rhyland Ward. The Hood Bet destoryed the Old Hood. It was a bet between Middle America gang and Crust gang. Crust leader, Nobody aka Nunnie made a bet with Middle America gang leader, Hooray Hennessy.
Hooray Hennessy was the father of six vampire children. One being notorious rap label ower, Vinitharius from a dead now dead line.
The Hood Bet lost the Old Hood which was owned at the time by Hooray Hennessy.
What was the bet? Hooray claimed that he could suck the world dry, meaning he could cross over to the natural realm (earth or Todan). He said he would claim thousands of lives in 90 days.
At the time the world population was 5 billion people. If Hooray wanted to claim 5 billion people. He wanted to make a sacrifice to sustain his life.
Coming from a royal family. Hooray was locked down by the Ghytto's sins, Tikak tokh. A spirit rather than a representation of something or someone.
It was assumed Tikak tokh was ripped from Hooray meaning a devil thing watched him. An old nickname for devil things were snitches.
The Ghytto is a living being that acts like a God. It is the God of Debts. What you give to it, it will give to you.
Hooray asked the Ghytto to give him a rite so he could walk free. The Ghytto responded, 'Give me 9,999 souls and I'll let you sin.'
Some say when souls disappear in the hood. 'It's like they never left'
Worship of a soul or love is necessary to promote the old saying of longevity.
"That's and dandy but what about--" a thawk in the background broke his concentration. "Bitch, what are you doing?"
"Ow..."
July shook his head and placed the book on the cushion beside him. He went inside the kitchen and saw Mokiri on her side still attached to the chair. "You tried to break it?"
"I saw it in a movie..." she whined.
"You stupid." He crossed the kitchen frame and leaned in the doorway. "Then what?" he asked with his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't know..."
"Stupid. Pitiful. Ridiculous."
"Are you going to help me?"
"Hell no." July narrowed his eyes watching squirm still bond to the chair. "I hate vampires."
"I hate a wet bitch because I know you finna piss ya' self."
"Help me!" she ordered. "You pink, tawny, whore."
July put his hand over his heart, "ooo, my feelings."
More noise broke conversation. But this time from outside.
"Run! Cedrica!"
July went to the front door while waving his hand for his zombies to stand straight. He opened the door, looking left and right. He spotted a man in begs with his arms extended chasing two girls. He step down the small stair.
'What the...'
One girl was pretty to him. That didn't matter. She seemed to be blabbering. "What did I do! What did I do! Don't touch me, don't touch me!"
"Hey!" he beckoned her over. "Come here!"
Cedrica speed picked up, "Help!"
The man, or thing behind the other made gurgling sound. He swiped his hands, that were bandaged. "Ooo ORRR Mrr Rrrr rAA orr Rrrrrr!"
As the figure got closer, July could see it wasn't human. "Help!" yelled Cedrica.
July spread his arms on bothside, "Juu..." the concrete rose, the girl behind Cedrica tripped. Cedrica turned back, "Tori!"
"I got it!" she turned on her back and put her hands in front of her, 'Work this time,' she thought. "Waga nonsan!"
The thing slowed down, bend towards the ground. "Tori!" Cedrica ran back and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "Tori!"
"It can't move—finally!"
"Oepg iepb!" It tried to reach out. "Nh ni m anvrho ejl!"
The got up and bolted. "In the house! Hurry!"