"What the fuck happened?" I'm laid flat out against the bed. This ain't even my body. I'm cute.
"Please don't move." says Chickie. I need to get something out of her. "Why you helping me?"
"I don't know," she lifts her shoulders. "Daddy didn't stab you to the point you would die. You're a very poor actor."
Fuck you. "So, y'all know?"
"Daddy used a spell. He laughed it off. So, you here trying to gain for a King?"
"A King?"
"Ever heard of King Cottonmouth?"
"No."
"I think you have. What about the church in Mexico? Villa Opera."
I squint my eyes. "I can't say I have."
She straightens her back. "Ok," she folds her arms. "Who are you?"
"July... House of Angels?" her eyes expand. "You.." she points keeping her left arm folded. "Childhood."
"The House is gone."
"I know..." I lament. "You don't have to state the obvious."
"were you in the school?" she asks. "Thrallmaster? Yeah."
"Big black nigga with pink eyes?--well, they said he had eyes. They found another body of a female--"
"Experience?"
"Whatever her name used to be. She's not supposed to be there. It was all over the news."
What happened to me?
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This nigga got a big head. No matter. It's cut nice so now I have a body. I hear tapping in the basement, Experience comes waltzing down the stairs. "Did you get what you wanted?" she says.
I pick up July's head. Or maybe Aleigha is here? I don't feel his spirit though. "Did you do what I asked?"
"Drunks are all over the school. Vinitharius has been evicted." her hands hung beside her. "Buried?"
"Yes."
"Good. Do you know here Aleigha went? He's technically you're ex."
"We..." she sighs. "We aren't talking. He told me where he was going and he took the body of your nephew."
"The little nigga and I aren't related. He's been praising Aleigha?"
"According to the Coven, Aleigha may be a descent relative. I put that in that in the spell to drive him crazy." she paces to me. Experience is really a dull girl, I'm not sure what she wants. She's little, she puts her cheek on my chest. "I did what you wanted."
What does she expect? Though she isn't here, I'm married. Who am I kidding, I bit my wife. "What are you looking for?"
She tilts her head towards me, "I'm obedient."
"You are a snake." I hiss. "Girl get yo ass off me..."
I push her off my muscles, "I wish to be queen."
"Ah, fuck me---that's all?" Little bitch did a lot for something for simple. "That's not all." she says. "I'm not a vampire, I'm not black, I'm--"
"A white girl. Who looks like fucking velma. Velma wouldn't do this shit. Velma would so damn sense."
"But I think like Velma. I can't die anymore."
I blink. "What killed you?"
"STD. I used to fuck the band."
I raise a brow, "So you a hoe?"
"I used to sell around the school. I fucked the basketball captain, he had a little dick, I couldn't feel anything but he gave me eleven dollars to get back with his ex."
"Ok,"
"I offered to take them both out for a date. I crashed the car back in Wyoming. They drove into the lake, Jenny Lake and drowned. I can do things."
"So, you're saying you're useful?" I bounce the head of my nephew in my hands. "I'm a prophet of God. I just want my father's house in Louisiana."
"I can do that. If you let me sit with you."
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Chickie healed me up for three days. I was happy to get out of bed. She told me that she was nurse... for veterans. I feel bad in knowing that, or at least what I told her.
'You take care of vets? From the military?'
'Yeah... I use to.'
'Girl you should be whooping his ass when you come home.'
I could have used better phrasing. But she fucked with the militia. She got some character of ambitious. I just can't believe she lives in a house, with her four-month-old, and taking shit from a nigga named Ian.
I don't know what is worst, Ian or Chauncey. Two goofy ass names attached to two niggas that ain't shit.
I went downstairs to see King Cotton Mouth holding little bald-headed Simona. She chewed on a rubber pink wheel. "What's your name?"
"July."
"You from the House of Angels. What's your surname?"
As a whole? "Hayyim."
He lifts his brow in astonishment. "I didn't know that was the House surname."
"We hide it." I stuff my hands in my pockets. "You could be lying then." he smirks. "No matter." Cotton Mouth sits Simona on the couch next to him. He's definitely a vamp, he stands tall.
"I'm six feet five and a half. So, why you choose this asshole? This yo' first time traveling?"
"No. I just picked a bitch." I shrug. "Boy don't you know how to tell apart the weak from the strong? Didn't y'all angels know we hunted y'all asses?"
"Because the snake told you." I purse my lips. "Either way, the nigga gone."
"Either way my ass, Ian got heart disease and he does heroine. I know ya back hurt."
As soon as he mentions it, my lower back stings. What was I trying to do? "So anyway, my name is Jose." he puts his hand out. I shake it. "Jose Carmassi."
"You said you used to be a King?"
He smiles and opens his mouth. "I know you hear it in my voice. It's guttural ain't it?" he taps his throat. "You don't have a tongue?"
"About the size of the tip of my pinky. But I promise my dick longer." I didn't need to know that. "Ain't much about Ian. The boy is mine. Not my son but my body hog."
"What's that mean?"
"I told him to ship bodies from America to Mexico for a profit. Heard of Villa Opera?"
"Nah."
"Wouldn't doubt it. The nigga buried me inside and out." he slaps my shoulder. "And the good lord has sent me another."
Oh, fuck no.
"I got a favor I need done."