I'm not a liar.
Liar and vampire don't even rhythm as they end with different letters. So, I can't be a liar. My father is Jesus... Saint John.
I give up with whores and dames. My father was wise and violent. I got to suck off every titty in the congregation. I'm a prince, I'm saint john's son.
Beautiful and black just like my father. But unlike him, I am smarter. I go to school. He never went to school.
I'm a liar with a coven but again, I'm better than my father because I can make it bigger.
My father taught me how to fuck. He let me ride one of his hoes. Some white girl or something human. He cut off her legs and told me how to put it in.
He said, "Hold it, like a knife." And I held my dick in my palms. He spread her pussy for me so I could see where the hole was. He looked at me, "You ain't a vamp if you don't sleep with them."
I stuck it in, it was moist and tight. The inside was pink. "Now move ya hips back and forth." And I did, I... didn't like it at first. Then I went faster, "Something's wrong," I breathed. "It's fine, you're excited. Quick, grab her hips, lift them up."
And I did, I just kept going. I don't think she liked it so father put a bag over her head. "I practiced with puppets. It feels like nothing.
"Remember," he told me. "If a man seduces and sleeps with a virgin who is not engaged, he must pay the bride price and make her his wife."
I gave myself away, I lost my sanity. I had the strangest urge to hit her. "Is she my mother?" I asked. "No." my father slapped me. "Why are you so concern with your mother?"
"Because no other woman wants me..." and I started to slow down. "Don't worry boy..." he laid his hand upon me. "I will teach you as a prophet should. I will not let you in these streets alone." he gestured his hand to the woman. "She means nothing. Like a whore, she has no purpose. She's here for you... and she wants you." he smiled.
"She does?" My feelings consumed me. I grabbed her shoulders.
"She does... always lash your fangs and they will bow to you." he lowered to my ear. "Come in her. Make an heir. That's how I made you."
I felt it leave me with such passion. It drained out of her, I lost my breath and gained it back. "Now bite your bitch..."
She had a bag on her head and I climbed over her. I laid naked on top of her, gathering my senses. She liked me... "My name is Rhad..."
She didn't reply, "Can I bite you?"
"Bite her." told my father, Saint John. "Bite the fuck outta her. Draw blood and slurp that shit like wine. Bite that bitch!"
And it felt good. My fangs went into her skin. It was so soft. I pressed harder and the red glory touched my tongue. I sucked her neck not paying attention to her wails. I bit her again in the shoulder. It didn't offer a lot of blood.
I rose above her and took her arm into my mouth. I licked her wrist and my fangs broke the skin and I lapped up every drop.
"Is it normal my dick is hard?"
"It's fine." I gained confidence. "It feels good? Power, hunger, that want God allowed us to do. Unfortunately, we have to kill this one." he said.
"Why? She's pretty..."
"She doesn't believe in God..."