Swyettooth (Sweet Tooth) punctured the vein in the girl's throat. Her body was naked from the struggle and he noted to himself to sell the clothes at a pawnshop. Or donate to good will. Blood pour from the throat and he wasted no time running his eight-inch tongue across her skin.
He lapped the liquid and slurped; he took a bite out the neck; ripping the flesh away. He paused hearing sirens down the street. He pulled the body of the dead further in the alley. He hid her behind a trashcan and folded her legs to the point of breakage. Dareion bolted into the alley and tackled Swyettooth. "Let's go!" As he lifted from the ground, he tugged him up. "Bruh, I found the church!"
"So?" unlike most vampires, Swyettooth had yellow eyes. He didn't know what that meant for sure. Pink was poison, green came from the DOHRCC or as he said 'the Dock'. Which fit given it was near Virginia Beach but also the Wise area in the toes of Virginia.
"Bruh I think she told somebody!" Dareion rushed him. "We got to get out of here!"
"You had sex with a twelve year old." he told.
"She lied to me!" Dareion stomped. "She wasn't fucking 12!"
He shrugged, "You still came."
"Keep talking to me like you do. I'll take ya body from you."
That wasn't a concern. The alley lit up, "What the fuck is that?" A flash of light blinded them. Dareion started breathing rapid.
A figure came through the light. They heard singing. The figure was clasped in light, it dimmed and a pair of horn stretched out its head.
.
.
Because the life of the body is in the blood, which I have delivered to you on the table to make payment for your souls, because it is the blood that makes penance and through life.
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.
"Did you hear that?" questioned Dareion. The figure sped to his backside. He looked at his stomach and his knees bent. Blood circled his belly, catching the cloth. The vampire took his neck into its mouth without hesitation.
It rose its head, their eyes becoming red and skin pigment turning a new shade. "Damn!" it exhaled. Swyettooth took a step back. He could hear the sirens speed pass the alley.
The vampire stepped closer. "Wait! I'm not finna die like this... y'all vamps deal right? Let me--" he stuttered. "Let me make a deal, bruh. On God, my daddy got a gun back at the crib. I get that, I'll kill people for you. I'll even fuck a nigga--" he had no idea why he said that.
"Blood?"
"Yes!" he yelled comedicly. "I get stuff for you! You don't kill me!"
"Name..."
"Huh?" His real name?
Well, they wanted to try the vamp thing. Switch up names, do a few bootleg rituals. Fuck a witch, rob a house, real hood rat shit.
"Dareion Holmes--" he sucked his teeth. "after my mama married."
The vamp smiled. "Build me a castle... so I can lay in it."
"Ok..." he grinned. "You not gonna kill me?"
The vampire revealed all his teeth with the answer but he still told. "I want his body and... yours."