I don't know if I'm pissed or crazy. But I think both. This bitch is stupid, retarded, and goofy. I raise my hand, "Throat" and the word stamps on her skin. Dayshia, Chickie, drops to her knees.
She claws at the tattoo. "I must have just learned that." I look at my fingers. I touch my throat, "Speak..." the word flows out my mouth like a whisper. Her mouth opens on command, "I was kidnapped! They ruined my life!"
"Oh...?"
"You don't understand. They set me up! You can't trust Mexicans!"
"That's not important to me. Who is Simona's father?"
"I don't know!" her soul screams. "I woke up sick! And Jose doesn't care about her like I do."
"Bitch spare me the nonsense! You admitted to poisoning her!" I'm going to vomit. "Simona is my child I had at 16! I don't know who the father is... but it might be the puppet."
"Whose in the puppet?" I interrogate. "I don't know!" she fights. "What's two plus two?"
"Fucking four!"
"Well, you know something. You said it's Simona's father but now you don't know." I cross my arms. "Jose has a brother! The man is some black ass Mexican from Mexico!"
"Ok, obvious. But the child--"
"She's mine and I put the pills in her bottle to see if they worked!"
"You hate her..."
"I love my daughter!" If I had a dollar for every time I met a hoe with a neglectful mind I would be a lion tamer. She's addicted to lying, a vampire thing. She isn't part of the church cause she doesn't know how to lie. "Well," my four fingers meet my thumb on my left hand. "Your soul told the truth... I guess."
She gasps. "I know how to lie. All you have to do is pay attention."
"You beat up a baby. The DOCK is a trap house. That's Aleigha's studio."
"Fuck yo cousin! He's just some cannibal with mommy issues!" she hisses. I also hiss, like she really just said that. "don't beat the nigga when he dead."
"I don't fucking care!" I hate bitches. Like I really hate bitches. "You ain't getting paid for that attitude. So calm the fuck down."
"Fuck you! Fuck you!" retorts in anger. "I hate vampires! I hate them! I hate them!" she grips the sides of her head while crying. "You ruined my life! Fine!" she swings her fist at me. I move to the side and trip by picking up her foot with mine. "She bawls. "I hate her! I hate her."
"Shut up! Damn..." this is so pitiful. "She's a baby what does she have to do with it?"
"It hurt!" oh sweat my draws. "You don't know what it's like to be in a room by yourself and raped repeatedly!"
"Everybody wants a vampire boyfriend." I lost my sympathy.
"You can't even see yourself in a fucking mirror!"
"Sterotype. I actually can, I just hide my demons."
"I don't care!" That's all she knows. "Find her yoursel!"
"Ok," I grab her throat and look around the neighborhood. I might have to break in. Dayshia beats my hands; I tighten my grip. I drag her to the back of a house and I see a clothesline.
I rip the wire out from one end and tie it around her neck. Taking one end of the wire and the rest of it. Her head comes off. "Thick neck ass." I'm not done. I take the body to the backdoor, it pure glass. I put my palm against it and the word come out of my mouth. "See."
I go through the pane and walk through the kitchen. I need something. I go through all the cabinets and kitchen dressers until I gather a knife.
"Who's that?" I pick up a voice. The kitchen goes into a living space, separated by a wall. "Who's in my house!"
A nigga.
"I have a gun!" the voice is closer. "And have black magic." Feet come down the stairs and the person is a white chubby bald man. I lift my palm, "Still"
His body straightens and all he can do is look at me. "Listen." I close the space between us. "Call the police."
His eyes shine. I dismiss the spell and find a place in the house to hide. Twiddling my fingers, the man does as told. Downstairs he picks up the phone, I mock his voice. "Help!"
"This is the department with DOHRCC police, how may I help you?" says the operator. "My house is a hole. I have vampires in my garage, I'm insane." I speak through him. "Are you sure sir?"
"I kidnapped and killed somebody with my hanger. I raped her too. I'm crazy and I like it."
"Sir, are you being controlled?"
"No." I hear his soul scream. "I did it. I lie drugs and fucking. She's a black woman. I like to collect niggas."
The phone clicks. I go downstairs and he's standing still. I take his left hand and wipe my hand across his. I throw the print on Dayshia's body.
I leave him and exit through the glass without touching it.
Now, I have to find a child.
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"What happened here?" said officer Mortensen inside the car looking at the house. "Why does everything average have to be chaos." Snyder huffed as he exited the cruiser.
Mortensen followed after scratching between his legs. "My senses are going off."
"That's great Lester."
His body twitched. "What happened here?"
"We got a call about a praiser collecting." Snyder stopped at the door and twisted the knob. "It's locked."
"Why would he leave it open?" asked Mortensen suspiciously. "I don't know," Snyder knocked on the door hard. "I just wish shit was easy sometimes."
"What about the case now with the girl?"
"We'll get back to it. So, Philomon looked up something before we left. What we know is, LNS is Linius Growden." he stepped away from the door and rounded the back. Mortensen followed, "Whose Linis Growden?"
He stopped and stared at his partner. "The Growden Family is notorious. Infamous at best, they kept a human zoo of negroes and people of color. Then a new piece of black history came up and now everybody wants this new vampire power."
"What about the Ghytto?" Snyder approached the back doors and pulled on the handle. The glass door slid open and he saw the owner standing alone.
He looked at the ground, "What the fuck..." he uttered. "Are you the owner of the house?" he questioned.
The man jolted and his mouth hung open. "What?" he gasps, spit flew off his bottom lip. He looked at the ground. "Oh my God!" he saw at the officer. "I didn't do it!"
"Sir, are you alone in the house?"
"I have—do I?"
Snyder looked at his partner, "Get dispatch, we got foul play."