"What the fuck are we supposed to do next?" I don't care how many stop lights I pass. Nothing will remove the giant pain in my head nor ass to deal with what I just went through. Ciacco lays in the backseat in his hairy form and I just want to smack the pure shit out his ass.
I rub my temples and rest my forehead against the hot stirring wheel. "We still going to the unit?"
"Yes," says Chickie with her phone in her hand. "I'm calling to check on my baby." She puts the phone to her ear. I'll ask later.
"Papi? How is my beauty?"
"Why are you fucking calling me, ain't nothing wrong with the damn baby!"
"Daddy, I just called--"
"Shut up! Bring me my money!"
The call trails off into Spanish, I reach for the phone she holds it back, fanning her hand in front of me. "Papi! We're on our way to the storage unit!"
I push her head and grab the phone. "Jose!"
"Finally, something with sense."
"Silvio is dead..."
"What--what did you do?"
"Nothing. His little brother ate him and I got five dogs tied to a truck right now."
"Ok, go on." I hear Simona laughing in the background. "The dogs are ill. What do you want me to do?"
"Keep them still. I said put the dog in puppets, I'll deal with it later."
"Alright." I end the call. Chickie sneers at me, "I'll slap you..."
"I'll do worse, what the fuck?" I roll my eyes. "I wanted to talk to my daughter."
"The last thing she said was elephant."
"Really?" her eyes sparkle. "No. She's four months." I state firmly. "Look," I push off as the light turns green. "I'm not being a fuck bitch trying to keep you from her..."
"Ok..."
"But like... I am here."
She looks up at me. "So, what's your relationship with your father?" Chickie's face is dead, no expression. She exhales, "My father thinks I... betrayed him. I have a sister named Thankful and my mom is La Dama, she's like obsessed with human bodies."
"Ok, I make a left turn and then a right five miles ahead. "So, Dad actually named me Gracious. Which is Cortés. I died when I was little."
"How?"
"My mom hit me with a car." she reveals that as if it doesn't hold any surprise. "why?"
"She wanted my body. She killed Thankful but her soul kept fighting, so..."
"Is your mother walking around with your body?"
"No. I made myself super fat, so eventually, on Thankful's birthday, she had a heart attack. I just kept eating. I could have used a doorstop."
A sharp pain hits my chest. "You made it?"
"My aunt Curious did." she looks out at the window, her left-hand wipes under her eye. "She was a maid in the house and took care of us. She knew my mother was pure shit. She actually taught me English because," she starts to smile. "White men think if you say Hola once, you can't wash your own ass."
I just keep listening unable to comment. "I remember she shot her. Made her work. Then—wait for it—I found out my mom is fucking white. She would beat me for speaking Spanish. So, Auntie told us in private."
I'm not about to sit here and be like, 'Oh so sorry that happened.' Jesus. "So, a white lady got into your house?"
"My dad actually has a lot of kids. But she kept calling all of them Thankful and she kidnapped more and more. I thought we were going to eat them but instead... she's selling them or training them."
"Damn."
"She called me Dayshia because I look less Mexican more like a nigga but my daddy is legit Mexican." she says matter a factly, "My grandmother, on his side, was from New York. She married a Latino."
"Oh..." that's nice.
"Como si fuera tú, me suicidaría. Eso es mucho."
"I will take off my belt!" I yell looking at the rear-view mirror. "Lay down!"
Ciacco lays down, licking his nose. Chickie smirks, "We had werewolves, and I fell for one of them. Rahill was sweet. We used to play fetch."
I snort. "Excuse me?"
"I'm so sorry." I mean, your werewolf boyfriend is always up for games. Like tug of war, fetch, and long walks. More benefits, he takes himself to the bathroom—I would never talk about Mokiri like this... Wyleisha.
I squeeze the wheel. What did I do...?
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"You need to shut the fuck up for a chance!" Mokiri thundered. Cedrica twirled her hair as she looked at the floor. "That's why you July's bitch."
Mokiri tilted her head, "Who the fuck gave you that thought?"
She was going in the kitchen for a snack. That was it. "Well... you follow him all around the house." her eyes fluttered. "It's cute." Cedrica pulled the strands from her hair apart. "You do this daily. Cece, shut up talking to that girl." scoffed Torielle.
"You better get her!" Mokiri threatened. "You about to lose a sister."
"And you can lose a nigga." she boasted with her hand on her hips. "I know he like me."
"Girl he asked you a question you thought it was a date..." Torielle grabbed a fist full of popcorn from the table.
"Excuse me?" she gawked. "Well, you been licking his fingers?"
"No...," she scrunched up her nose. "Good. I wouldn't want you to get addicted to me." her eyebrow twitched.
"Damn!" Torielle looked over the couch. "Say something!"
"Shut up Tori!" reprimanded Cedrica.
The door clicked. Cedrica froze. When the door unlocked, July came through with his eyes narrowed. "I just found out something." he slammed the door closed. "What the fucking Jehovah's witness is going on?"
Mokiri stood in the kitchen entrance and Cedrica adjacent from it. "What are you doing talking to her!"
"July, I swear she tried to bite me..." she gave July the puppy dog eyes. "Anyway! Don't talk to her, you know she retarded."
"She talked to me!" Mokiri grumbled. "Apparently you like her." she folded her arms. "Bitch, I fuck the shit out of you. And think I'm about let this crazy ass thing near my dick?"
"Something wrong with her!"
"Obviously, my sister literally bit your boyfriend in his sleep and tried to suck his blood. Before we got here, she slurped a whole jar of blood." Torielle lamented. July huffed and grabbed Mokiri by the arm. "Go upstairs and wait in the room."
"She just like a little bitch; she follows every command--"
"SHUT UP! July's pink beams sent a chill down her spine. In a blink he was in front of her. "It's cold outside! You wanna freeze?" July fumed through his teeth. There was a second voice behind his, something rough and deep. "I'm so sick of you."
"Wait!" Torielle hopped off the couch. She put herself in front of Cedrica. "Don't do anything rash." she put her hands up in defense.
"Rash!" he asserted. "I'm about to bite the bitch!"
"Listen, we just found this out. She doesn't know how to control it!"
His eyes dilated, "And? I'm supposed to be merciful?"
"July wait--"
"Fix her!" he ordered before going upstairs.
Torielle sighed, she put her hands on her head and turned to face Cedrica. She looked to the wall, "Thanks."
"I fucking hate you."
"Why save me?"
"Because I grew up with you. We both dead."
Cedrica shrugged. "I don't wanna be a fairy."
"You know what the worst part is?"
"No." No one said anything. Torielle got closer. "I'm fucking human. And you're a fairy that drinks vampire blood. That's fucking weird..."
Tori went back in the living room. Somewhere else, a boy, the former owner rubbed his head coming out of the hallway. "Mom?"
Cedria went into the living room and flopped on the couch then laying her cheek on Torielle's shoulder. Torielle bucked her shoulder, "Get the fuck off me."
"Ok..."
"What is wrong with you? Is having him beat your ass damn near once a week helping you cope?" she retorted angerily.
"No..."
"Then stop being fucking stupid!"
"Hello?" the boy came to the main living room. "Why are you in my house?"
The girls looked back a promptly ignored him. "I don't know. Like my stomach hurts and my..." she fans her pelvic region. "It gets hot. So... I guess I'm horny." she shrugged. "Who are you children?"
"Nigga it has been two years and some months. I should be in fucking high school."
"Middle." corrected Cedrica. "I think."
"So," she exhaled while leaning her head in her palms. "Are you like a fairy or a succubus?"
Cedrica's shoulders lifted. "I'm horny."
Torielle wagged her finger. "I'm going with succubus and he said--"
Cedrica punched her in the stomach. "Don't tell that nigga shit! Look!" She dug in her pocket overalls. "I found something in the trash can. It helps."
Torielle read the bottle, 'Prescribed: Forlivi. Take two capsules a day to suppress blood thirst.'
"The fuck is this?" Torielle took the bottle. "How does it make you feel?"
"I don't know." she rubbed her hands down her thighs. "My mouth is really watery. My eyes are tingly. My skin is red, I've been pissing a lot."
"Is it working?"
"I guess. I'm not horny, I'm inspired."
"Inspired?" Torielle squinted. "Yeah... like I have the energy to do stuff. But like overall. My head hurts sometimes."
Torielle reached for the back of her head. "This... is a problem." Her lips twisted in concern and disgust for the loss of hair in the back. "Does it hurt like at the back of the head? Towards the neck?"
"Yeah... like... something is crawling on me."
"Oh..." In the back of Cedrica's head, she had pulled out the hair follicle. She saw where Cedrica's nails had dug in and damaged the skin. "Oh my..."
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Mokiri took off her pants and sat on the bed. "What are looking up?"
July sat at the computer and typed in the search bar, 'Humans that drink blood, DOHRCC.' The search result showed and scrolled to the 6th search, 'Faemissiscephal Conspiracy.'
He clicked on it and opened up an article.
Article:
Fairies have existed... or said to. Fairies can be in parts of history and countries. Mexico has vampires, the tlahuelpuchi. And even Asia has a story about vampires, witches, and their supernatural equals. Fairies are well written in Irish mythology.
The Tuatha de Danann came from a tribe similar to that of the Obayifo, the African vampire. The leprechaun is attached to a holiday and a symbol standing with the Irish clover for good luck. But it is also a fairy.
The Department of Human Resources and Creature Comforts aims to attend to the vampire fad as well as look into the new trend in Worship. Whether it is a new religion that has taken the country or mere sickness. The department, despite all they have, is doing the least to solve.
A new illness has been discovered, Faemissiscephal. According to the DOHRCC of Virginia.
Faemissiscephal is a mental disorder. People after by this is 11 out of 82 percent of people. It was found through a cult in central Canada. At the time the group had no name and built several others to hide. The department of Virginia has coined the term the Comedians or The Laugh Track. It is assumed that the leader was a former worker for the department who spread it.
Fabrice Berthelot and Gail Hussain were recorded to be experimenting with creatures kept within the department. They also were said to have been dealing with bootleg magic which is frowned upon in the vampire community.
Fabrice was taken into custody for kidnapping and hoarding children of various ages. He even held an online auction to sell and build children. He promised that he could also bring back lost children that had died or other.
Eight years after these claims surfaced. It was connected in the death of Cedrica Alexis Mccoy. Her mother, Davea Mccoy was arrested in Canada on child abuse charges. She was set free after her time had ended. 10 years after her release, she was found dead in her home and children's clothes were discovered even though Devea was not allowed to adopt or even breed.