King Bible
Aleigha Biblio had the be the worst nigga in the hood. He dressed fancy while always combing the outfit with a pair of steel toe boots and bulletproof vest.
He made a piece of protection seem fashionable. The nigga truly didn't care about his appearance. Aleigha died his hair pink. Last week he was going on and on about a prophet that died his hair red. So, he said what the fuck.
He didn't have Henna so he used his mother pink roses. Aleigha made a dye and he walked with this round pink afro. Somebody said he looked vicious. although he had the face of pretty boy.
Today, he felt like a cup of coffee and some weed would really pick a vampire's aching body to his coffin. But no, he had to get shot today.
Aleigha's foot stomped on the head until he heard the skull break. "YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!" blood stained his shoes. He kicked the man's face in, breaking his nose. "GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING SOUL YOU RATCHET SON OF A BITCH!"
He bent down and ripped the man's eyeballs out with his thumb nail. He liked his long, sharp, well-filed and polished with a coat of clear nail polish. Not to forget his four rings on his left hand. They spelled 'MAMA' and everyone knew King Bible loved his mother, Hanielle.
So much, there was a rumor he was rather, committed to his mother. While being King of the Hood. He didn't have any hoes, didn't see them as useful. All he needed was his mother.
He pulled the eyeball off his thumb with his teeth. He put to the back teeth with his tongue and applied pressure. "Give me your fucking organs I'm fucking starving."
Aleigha pulled out his switchblade from one of the pockets in the vest. He began to cut into the man's chest, all the way down to the belly button. He dug into the stomach, pulling out the guts. He sneered at the foul odor but he would clean them later. And he thought, Chitlins and eggs with a side of jelly on toast was a good meal.
Vampires had to keep up appearance. He wouldn't want to embarrass his mother for she created a beauty man. His iries were like broken glass and beautiful, stunning, peach colored orbs were a sin.
Yes, vampires came with green, brown, and fucking blue. Technically, yellowish-brown eyes were considered a rarity and often called browns. But he had the demon pink hues because he went for the soul and not just the blood.
Also, anemia...
"I need a bucket or something." he looked around for a holder. He had to take it back home.
"Oh, King..."
His breathing hitched. "Oh, fuck me..." his eyes meant the dim sky in the alley. He turned around and his lip lifted aggressively. "What the fuck."
A girl with blue dyed hair appeared, resting her hand against the wall. She wore a brown skirt, a white undershirt, and black jacket with a bat shaped emblem. "Aleigha..." she grinned.
"I don't even fucking remember yo' fucking name."
"Do you need something?" she took her hand from the wall and paced to him. He groaned and swiped his tongue across his teeth. "I told you..." he took a step back. "My name is Experience."
"Ok, Little Final Fantasy..."
She tittered, "I forgot my name."
"Boo-yoo..."
Her brow creased, "Why are you so mean to me?" she stomped her foot. "You used to love me."
"If I remember correctly," he blinked his eyes in astonishment. "Wasn't you sucking so India Lord's dick behind a thirst trap?" she looked to the floor, poking her cheek with her tongue. "Ooo, Chain—Hit it deeper—Oh my God..." he mocked. "Big ass dick had you crying! Got black lines all down ya damn ya face."
"You're just jealous!" she snapped. "Chain is different, you always fight with him."
"The Indian is treacherous..." he mumbled. "And this fat bitch just called me a hoe."
"I did not!"
"I'm seven feet two..." he looked up. "It's a beautiful day today. The birds are singing and this bitch said I'm jealous." He looked at her and cupped her chin. "I should kill you. You swore loyalty to me." His grip shifted to her neck. "Yo fucking ass, is so obsessed with vampires! You don committed to me—and now you wanna fuck a nigga from Twilight. Oh! I got to sparkle for some pussy—Where Jacob?"
Experience tried to lossen his grip. Tighter, she was straining. "Aleigha!"
"You make me fucking sick. Done gave me everything so you get a hold of magic!"
"I didn't--"
"Shut up!" he squeezed and picked her up. "All my damn jewels! My fucking money!" he shook her. "My mother was beat!"
She gasped as her feet dangled. "You did all that fucking cute ass shit just to come in my house and fuck a nigga raw. And you think I love you?"
Her vision blurred. "I want you to take a deep fucking breath!" She couldn't. "Breathe bitch!" her arms slacked against her sides. He threw her down by her throat and kicked her in the head. Aleigha seized her hair, he spun her around and beat her with his feet. "Where is it! Where's my fucking bible!"
Experience gain consciousness and lost it. He let her fall to the side and kicked her body. He went around and kicked her in the stomach. "I CAN'T FUCKING SPEAK!"
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Aleigha's soul trailed behind him. At least he had his fangs. Blood stained his coat and chest. He walked with his hands his pockets.
His mama was understanding. That's right, he couldn't trust some human bitch from the city.
He thought about Experience. She had a fat pussy when they first met, he went out of the Hood for a haul. And there she was, looking like a thinner version of Velma. Velma was hot... he even tired. Aleigha bought her an orange sweater with big black boots. He honestly forgot what Velma looked like but he still pampered her, giving jewels and his full attention.
He didn't love her.
But she had an illness, sickle cell anemia. Vampires knew how to keep life together. She was truly a follower for she came to his castle and read a poem. She included Vampiric beliefs and proverbs.
And one day, he wanted to show her his chambers.
He stripped her down and she bent over. His thirteen inches flooded her, she yelled but he gave her pets and she felt comfortable. Her body rocked with him sliding in and out. And he thought for something so small, her pussy was juicy. The sounds of wet macaroni echoing through his room.
He pulled out, emptying all over his black rug. But clearly, her gasping told her... a vampire wanted to commit. And the next day came, she sucked his dick; damn near breaking his jaw over how thick his cock was. Aleigha indulged for he enjoyed seeing his meat wet.
This was bowing. He petted her which sent delightful shocks through her body. "Get up." he told her in that rough voice. "I wanna eat you."
She came up and he tilted her head back. His thumb creasing her neck. "You do what I say. This is my church. Understand." She nodded. "You are mine. And I do whatever I want."
Aleigha hoisted her up and bit her neck.
This is what it meant but everyone wanted a four thousand corpse nigga from the grave that also went to school with a 18-year-old.
Why? Aleigha asked himself. Why do strange shit like being a student with a bunch of bratz?
Scooby-doo type shit.
People didn't understand worship. Vampires had the knowledge, the divine energy. They literally slept near the depths of hell and all a dumb bitch wanted was some apples and muffins to take to grandma.
He had a bitch—or whatever his mother got him for Christmas—Lindroth, Hogjörn, and the littlest woman, Cedar. They were maids of the castle. As he coursed through the streets of the Hood. He thought about Macaroni.
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Finally making it to his dark hostel. He sauntered into the castle and immediately, the maids were before him. Lindroth was tall with a skeleton appearance. She wore the white and blue maid's outfit with the blue slips. Hogjörn had fat arms, she stayed in the kitchen. Her brown hair reached her mid back and a noticeable feature from Hogjörn was her lack of fangs.
He caught her digging into the pantry one night. Snacks are permissible but it was a body she was trying to hide.
Cedar was a small pale skin woman, she had to be young but Aleigha didn't care. Cedar was more or less adopted than a deliver.
"Hello girls." he greeted with his hands in his pockets. "No intrusions today, My Lord." Lindroth took his jacket off him as he passed through the threshold. "But we have a mysterious gift."
"What?"
"It's with your mother." said Cedar.
"That doesn't tell me what is it."
"Is it a baby in a basket." said Hogjörn. "Your mother is looking after them. She's thinking about dropping it."
"Why?"
"Devil Things." chimed Cedar. "It hisses."
"It hisses." he chuckled. "You ain't scared of a baby are you?" Cedar pursed her lips, she put her hands behind her. "No..." she rolled her eyes. "Somebody left a baby at the step. It's just fucking weird."
"I agree." Lindroth went pass Aleigha. "It's been a strange day. Something dark is in the air."
"Remember, I have asthma."
She smirked, "Best to hold thy breath then."
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Aleigha moved upstairs. He came to a set of brown double doors. He knocked softly, "Her children rise up and call her blessed..." he spoke through the door. Behind the wall, his mother grinned, "Listen to your father who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old."
Aleigha entered the room. He pouted, "Why would I ever when I fuck her so passionately."
She rolled her eyes. "You sicken me." She patted the baby's side as they began to coo. "Someone left an orphan at our door. She isn't a bomb or anything." she grimaced. "But she is white."
"Do we throw it away?"
"We could put her in the oven." she held the baby in front of her. "How do you feel about that little white nigga?"
Aleigha chortled, "Am I racist?"
"Honey, I don't like stupid ass people but I still fucked a white King." she said. "Take this child from me before they become a CPS case."
Aleigha took the baby from his mother. He glimpsed at her face that was healing from bruises. Dark circles under her eyes and pockmarks in her cheeks. "Age is taking you." he said.
"Not much age but the struggle of life." she tilted her head. "I went through hell and I get to rest peacefully with my child. How is the congregation?"
Aleigha looked at the child and fought the urge to drop them. "Who left her? Or him?"
She shrugged.
"Imma throw it away. I'm too paranoid to deal with anything else." he turned to the door. "What happened?" asked his mother with big eyes. "Some bitch nigga shot me while I was coming home from church." he looked at his mother over his shoulder. "God isn't getting fed. He's thinking about uping the count."
She blinked. "How much?" she laid her cheek in her palm.
"110,00." he kept looking at the child. 'I should throw it.' "I'm not doing it."
"Why? What was your request?"
"I just want you to be alright."
She smiled. "Oh, my beautiful liar."
He put the baby on the floor. He darted towards his mother and kissed her with tongue. She pushed his face away gently. Aleigha held her hand, "The husband should give to his wife her conjugal rights, and likewise the wife to her husband. For the wife does not have authority over her own body, but the husband does."
She blushed, "Leave me alone."
He hoisted her up, picking her up by her thighs. "My mother is a beautiful woman." The baby started to fuss on the floor. "I bet my cock would fit nicely in you."
"It's not a wedding ring." They kissed. Aleigha swiped his tongue across her lips. The baby whimpered. Still holding her, he went over to the bed against the wall. He let his mother fall out his arms, he undid his pants. "Your father wouldn't like this." she said and he asked, why the fuck even mention it. That bitch didn't want him regardless.
"The nigga is dead, mama. You can relax with me..." he crawled on the blankets. His hand gliding up her thigh. "I have the worst son."
"You do..." she wore this blue and white gown. He pulled the gown towards her upper thigh. Her chest covered by a half kimono.
He slid it off her shoulders and ripped off the bar with one hand. Hanielle pushed her knees up and spread apart more. He looked between her legs. "No safe guard." he smirked. He held his dick in his left palm, his breathing slow. She gasped as she widen, her pussy engulfed him. She squeezed earning a small moan.
The baby was still on the floor, kicking inside a blanket.
He pushed as far as he could go. "I like it in here." His body rocked. She let go of a breath. "I wanna stay right here."
"You can stay here." she gasped again. Hanielle shifted a bit. Aleigha could feel the wetness all over his pole. "Damn mama you feel good." Her hands rubbed along the covers. "Lick my neck." He bent down and licked a nipple before going to her neck. Still keeping the motion, he held her sides. "Aleigha..."
He bit his lip, "It's Mother's Day..." his pace quickened.
The door to the room spread, "My lord—oh." Lindroth noticed the baby. "Um."
"Get out!" demanded Aleigha, his mother closed her eyes. Her legs wrapped his waist, though he was much larger than her.
"I'm sorry my lord..."
"Take the fucking shit piece and mind ya business."
"But lord, she is only a baby."
"That is a white breaded animal." he growled. "It doesn't belong in my church."
Hanielle shivered, her eyes dilated. She put her hands against his chest. "Get off..."
"Mama?"
Lindroth picked up the baby, "she smells like shit."
Hanielle could hear her heartbeat. Aleigha lifted his mother by her shoulders. She slapped his chest. "mama don't start that..."
She started to hyperventilate. "Mama--"
"Get off me--"
"I said the wrong thing!" There was a white pupil surrounded by a deep shade of pink. Her legs drew towards her body. "Mama don't curl on me!" He desperately tried to keep her legs straight. "Mama!" He held her chin. She started putting her hand in his face. "Get away from me!" she cried. "Mama!"
"I don't wanna!"
"Mama, please!" He held his mother to his chest, resting his cheek on her head. She shook under him; he gripped her tight.
"I'll get the tea ready..." noted Lindroth.
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Lindroth had put the baby in a cradle near a window. She stirred the tea in a pot. The baby wiggled, staring dust particles. They sneezed. "Blessings." said Lindroth.
The window broke. A shot through the glass traveling into Lindroth's back. She fell back and the child cried. In the distance, the two maids rushed to the entrance of the house. The other house guest were woken up, exiting their rooms.
"What happening!" yelled Hogjörn. "Quick, get the devil!" Cedar faced the door. Banging, a crack in the door, more banging, bolts and screws coming out of the hinges. The barrier broke open, bullets flying forward and into the walls. Vampires running in with machetes and bats. "Knock knock up in here!"
"Bullshit!" words wrapped Hogjörn's hands. "STIFF!" the letter bounced off her body and targeted legs. The vamps fell on their faces, straining to move. A dark skin vampire with flames in his eyes balanced a bat on his shoulder. "I'm a guest in the house and I haven't been offered a drink." the nigga grinned. "Vanish..." he disappeared into a plume of black smoke and struck Hogjörn from behind. She collapsed to her knees and bit wounds appeared on her body. "Come on boys, get to eatin'!" called a disembodied voice.
Vampires of a deep shade crawled on the walls, invading the home. "Drunks?" Cedar twisted to escape. A bullet went pass her shoulder and another hit the back of her neck. A third bullet in her head.
"Where's that fucking prophet!" Saint John hissed. He called behind him as the vampires swarmed inside. "And thus you shall greet him: 'Peace be to you, and peace be to your house, and peace be to all that you have!"
Upstairs, Aleigha hugged his mother. Her eyes expanded, "The devil's son..."
"No..."
"He's in the house..." Hanielle attempted to escape his grasp. She pushed and shoved, when she able to be free she ran towards the window. "We have to leave!"
Aleigha got up and separated her from the glass. "Calm down--"
"I don't want to die again!"
"Mama, the lord can't break you!" he slapped her. "All I see is blood, child!"
"It's not yours!"
Downstairs, the howls of savage monsters rummaging through the home. Aleigha stared at the window... "Mama I can't speak..."
"You asked God--"
"Well..." He laid his hand on her face. "He lied..."