When it is within your ability to do so, do not withhold good from those who deserve it. If you show thy fangs in front of other people in order to be seen by them, you will receive no reward for your morality.
Sit still and pray, for you have all that you need as you believe.
What happened to the men that came to see you tonight? Bring them out in front of us so we can get to know them.
And, as disorder rises, many people's respects for one another will turn cold.
Obey and submit to your leaders, for they are keeping an eye on your souls as those who will testify. Allow them to do so with pleasure rather than moaning, since this would be of no use to you.
Strive for peace with all people and holiness, without it somebody will be likely to see the Lord.
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Alexis bent to the street. Her forehead on the concrete. "Like this?" Rhad nodded, he lit a stick of weed and let it hang out his mouth. "You wanna be this?"
"I ain't got nothing else to do." she shrugged. "Let me tell you this strange dream I had."
"I don't care but finna tell me anyway." he looked at the moon. "So, I was sleeping and you know I used to live in Canada."
Rhad arched a brow and paid attention. "So, I was in Canada, I know this because I was in front of a Tim Hortons. There was a nigga dogging this girl behind the building and I'm on the sidewalk."
"Ok..."
"The man stops fucking and he hands me twenty dollars. I took the twenty, in the dream I had these black finger tips. I look at him and I turn to the forth, the sidewalk is just a sidewalk and in the corner of my eye, he disappears in a puff of smoke."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"It was hot to and everytime I have a dream like that. I wake up with a scratch and teeth marks. I swear its because I ain't had my pills."
He rolled his eyes. "What pills did you say you took?"
"Furry."
"Furry?"
"Esbutonroll... ral or something."
He heaved, "Spell it."
"F--"
"Never mind, don't strain yourself. So, what is it you want from me?" he asked flicking the stick of green out his mouth. "I just wanna try it. I used to but my boyfriend left me for some wolf bitch."
"What about... Hydae's brother?"
"What about him?" she exclaimed. "I don't like that boy and Wyleisha goes out with Hydae."
"Why you hate her?" he lifted a brow. "She's nice."
"She's a bitch. A big bitch..."
"She's not a werewolf. She's a vampire."
"No she ain't..." she groaned. Alexis looked at the floor, "How do I pray?"
He shrugged, "I don't. But the way they do it in the ghetto is that they put their forehead to the street."
"Ain't you struggling?"
"No..." he snorted. "I'm disowned but not broke. My bitches stay at the crib."
"Ooo!" she got off the street. "what's their name's?"
"Brenda, Latisha, Linda, Felicia."
"You lying..." she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "You really broke?"
"I'm not broke. Like God and me just got a weird relationship. Saint John my daddy."
She blew a raspberry. "Nigga take me home." she walked to the sidewalk. "Wait!" Rhad caught her by her arm. "Let me hit before you leave..."
"Bitch, release me!" she jerked her arm back. "Look, work with me. I can get you what you want." She didn't even know. Get back in school? Be sober? Stop having nightmares? "My dad's a king! Help me and I'll help you." he grinned sheepishly.
"I don't know... I leave with my aunt and he—I mean she, don't like people over." she flipped her red waves. "You know you got pretty skin..." he reached and squeezed her skin. "Like caremel or something."
"What do you want?"
"I just wanna get to know you. You're name is Alexis, right?"
"No--" she almost told the truth. "I mean, Alexis B. Kelly, Monica, Corinna Cantella--"
He backed away, "You can stop."
"You can also call me Brittany. Cause that's also a dog!"
"So..." he squinted. "You wanna help me break into a house?"
"I'm not a vampire."
"Baby, chill—I'm the son of a prophet, I can get you all that magic shit later. Just say yes."
Alexis wiggled her toes in her white and black Adidas. "No?"
"what?"
"I got a better plan."
"Like what?"
"Help me pay off my dealer. I'm in debt and then I'll break into a house for you."
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"Simona!" Chickie screamed into the night. "Lord, give me back my baby!" she bent over her knees. "Simona!"
"She's not going to reply.... she's four months" I muttered. We're out in the middle of the fucking darkness and a baby just got taken by a barbie. If that isn't the biggest fuck mess I have ever seen.
"Simona!" she screamed jogging down the sidewalk. She looks ridiculously crying after a baby. What is she supposed to do? "Simo--"
"Chickie! She's not answering you!" I yell. She runs up to me to smack me in the face. "Shut the fuck up!" she grabs my collar. "Help find her or fucking leave me alone!" I take my right arm, lift it and push her arms back. I squeeze her neck with my left hand. "Bitch I bite."
She struggles in my hold. "Vamp or not, act like you got some fucking sense. A puppet has her! The fucking thing got magic!"
"So!" she chokes.
I squeeze harder. "I wanna beat you..."
"Do it!" her eyes are green, there's a faint backlight but I know she doesn't have the strength. "You do it!" my nails dig into her skin. "Do it!" I shake her by the throat. "You so damn big, breathe bitch!"
She chokes and grabs my arm. Lifting her off the sidewalk I throw her to the grass. She holds her throat, "I fucking dare you to cuss me out in spanish!"
"Me tiraste a la mierda de perro!" she scrambles to get up. Chickie yells, "I FUCKING HATE YOU!"
"Amen sister." she's such a fucking pain in my ass. Her baby is missing and she calls her like a fucking dog. "Is Simona part wolf?"
"No! She's not a fucking hybrid!" she stomps off the grass. "Hit me again, you gon find some shit."
"Fuck you!"
"Midget."
Her brow furrows, I'm actually fucking five feet eight!"
"Wow... I'm so proud of you." I flutter my eyelashes. "All you fucking nigga's are the same."
I bend my head back and suck in air. "Classic bitch line. But it's never y'all fault?"
"You act the fucking same. A bunch of bitch ass niggas with grips and dick." I scratch my head. "I mean, it's been a while, I guess..."
I look at her up and down, "By the way, you got marks." her jaw hangs. "I wonder if put them there." she puts her hands on her hips. "Your pimp? I'm guessing your pimp. No? Yo daddy? Probably yo brother too..."
"I'm an only child..."
"Didn't you say you had a sister named Thankful you could learn from that."
She flips me off, "Fuck you!"
"Ooo... say it in spanish."
She roars to the sky, "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
"Why?" I stand straight. "I'm here... asking about the baby and being, like, really concerned. You ain't never had kindness."
"I don't need it!"
"The baby is ill; she shouldn't be on pills."
"I put her on the pills!" she shouts. "I gave Simona the pills!"
My life drains, "Why!?"
"I don't want to be a vampire!" she cries. "I'm fucking giving her pills so we can have a decent fucking life! We're out of mexico, we don't need this shit!"
"You would kill your daughter for a better life?"
"I'm not fucking killing her!" she slows down. "It's not murder if she dies with me..."
My hand tingles flying across her face, "What about her father?"
She shakes it off. "What the fuck do you think...?"
My eyes expand, "Chickie!"
"Her father just took her. I put his body in the attic and made a bunch of shit up."
"What the fuck!"
"I don't want to be a vampire... Rahill isn't his name." she puts her hands behind her head. "I just..." she sighs. "I'm a liar... Jose isn't my father. I thought I could get the Dantes back for kidnapping me. My name is Dayshia Owens. I'm a nigga."
"How the fuck--" the question obvious. She goes through her pockets and puts a charm in my hand. "I found it in the house. The Dantes take care of Cartel and the son had a crush on me."
"And?" my lips contort. "I murdered Pelayo and Tomas. I pushed them in front of a train." she shrugged. "Why?"
"I just wanted to... I like..." she shakes her hands. "I like the game. It's fun." she smiles.