It might sound hilarious, a vampire looking for information on the internet. Why doesn't he already know? Why not use magic? How come he doesn't already know—I'M FUCKING IN MY 20s, maybe. How long has this been happening?
The vampire dark web has a lot. BrainSociety is also a handy dandy tool to rip the souls out of people for a fair price and is overloaded with atheism...
The fucking irony.
I log into my BrainSociety account, I have twenty messages. I should have left my profile blank or something. Out of curiosity, I get a message from my grandfather.
//If you ever come back. Your mother is dead, we're on the bridge//
The fuck!
Who just leaves a message on a media platform like that! I know mom's dead!
//Chauncey wants the old Boel House. It's a lot for a house but that isn't it. God just stopped giving a fuck. That damn snake has lost it. I don't know what you're doing or if Aleigha comes back with you. Find the five gardens of Eden. You might find Solomon's Garden too, but I doubt it.//
What the fuck!
How am I just going to find a piece of the garden just casually? I'm about to go outside, dig a hole and put a rose in it and call it fucking nature.
What the fuck was I doing?
Charms. I need a charm made.
I know BrainSociety has a group under it. When I click the tab and search for 'charms', I get 1-1080 results. Lord, help me.
I work hard every day and I haven't received a paycheck...
The first group is The Medicine Circle with 8,103 members. Under that is the Boulder Coven. Isn't that the coven in Canada? In the description of the coven, it reads in bold letters; 'NOT ASSOCIATED WITH CANADA CULT'
I click on the group and bookmark it. I'll look more later. Going back to the page, I continue.
Witches of the Revolution
This group is rated R.
Topics of discussion: Feminism, human rights, and political
Ok, that's definitely not it.
Moving on.
The Silver Star Circle
Welcome to the TSSC 😀. If you're someone interested in astrology join us. On Mondays and Wednesdays, we gather at Pikes Peak in Colorado where we pray to Selene and make moon water and herbal remedies. We also support the sick at Denver Health [Currently banned].
This one might be it.
I go to the page and bookmark it just in case. I can't message until I join, God knows how long that will take. I submit a request and hope I find a more open group of people.
Next, les Femmes du Croissant
The description says, Arrêtez de nous demander de faire du pain! Il s'agit d'un groupe de sorcières qui fait l'éloge d'Aamon, un démon goetia. Nous sommes ses filles. Il s'agit d'un groupe francophone uniquement.
I'm not finna translate that. But the words Aamon and goetia really stick out. Devils... where did that come from?
What did Chauncey do?
It's private anyway.
The Infinity Sisters
This is a fan group—NOPE. Moving on... I don't want to conversate with anime fans.
The Ember Wives
Description: You must have a familiarity to join this group. The witches in our #community love to brew potions, so there's no reason to not have them on hand in case you ever need a little help.
We also love to study different religions and philosophies, so we can help anyone with any kind of troubles they're having. Just let us know!
Post topic: Witches and people looking for spiritual guidance
Mmm, sounds like a thick bitch. The group leader is Loes Kroon. It's a free group, all I need to do is join. I make a post immediately; I should be courteous.
AbovetheRest: I just joined and I'm looking for help. Do any witches know a charm or liquor that restores memory?
I sound fucking feeble.
I don't get an answer right away. I could look for something else while I'm at it. Pushing my back against the chair, my life is fucked up. My cousin hasn't visited me again. I can't recall my uncle being in the house. Sure, grandpa told me that I should message him. It would save me a lot of fucking trouble but he never says what he means outright.
Angels speak in code. Even my mother speaks in riddle and she's not around.
Angels do fall, it was a choice he made. My mother told me everything and now I'm stupid like I don't know how to mix colors.
My head is hurting probably from lack of nutrition. I need blood and bone. When was the last time I ate? I get out of the chair and head downstairs. "Jose? You got lead?"
"What? No... yes." he states. "I mean," he huffs, " I had a bitch... so no."
There's a mirror against the kitchen door. I look at it, pulling my bottom eyelid down. I'm white...
I flick my nails down, it's so weak it practically folds. I don't have my cousin around so my skin isn't dark. It's like back at school. I'm so fucking pale... I don't want to be white!
I need to get a jacket or something.
"You've been doing it but now I'm telling you. I got a trench coat upstairs. Also, I found something in the attic." Jose claims. Hopefully, it's important. "Just as important as me putting on shoes before I kick you out my damn house."
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Going into the kitchen Jose is at the table eating a toasted sandwich with baked beans, macaroni, and a thick slice of ham. "What in the fuck?" I murmur. "What?" he talks with his mouth full. "There is nothing wrong with this," he flops the sandwich in his hand.
"So, what did you find?"
"A ritual." he bites off the sandwich. "I could turn you back if you want or not."
I'm bugged he's eating something that should be a plate.
"Got any idea what Dayshia was doing?" I investigate. He better not say I don't know.
"I don't know..." he smiles finishing off his sandwich. "My guess is this... I was keeping a book on what I could remember."
"And?" I sit on the other end of the table. "I opened the door and nobody was outside."
"Wow."
"Fuck you." he glares. "I didn't go outside but I remember a nigga. I will tell you this, Yo soy mexicano. You'll never take it out of me."
Jose's voice is accent plus cottonmouth, I need subtitles. "What happened to your tongue?"
"That, I'm happy to still know." Why the fuck are you happy you know that? "Rahill cut my tongue out. Rahill is also a friend of Dayshia's but probably her cousin or something."
"What do you remember?"
"La Dama lost some of the children and I guess I can say Dayshia is smart. While I was in the attic, I find my wife's makeup and mirror. That bitch loved to dress. Pero nada puede quitarle lo feo."
I don't understand shit, well maybe a little.
"I went to the door." he jabs the table with his index finger. "They came in my house. Now!" he raises the same finger. I remember I told God; I could get a garden for him. Because when I was in church, I was on trial."
"Trial?"
"I was told I said something out of turn. But apparently, I also didn't show up for three days for service." he goes through his pajama pants. He slaps a picture on the table. "That triggered a lot."
I bring the photo to me. It's Jose... with some youth on him and hair slicked back with the ends of hair curled. "Young?" I look at him. "Immortality, an angel like you wouldn't know anything about that." he smirks. "Clearly I can't brag about it no more."
He's standing with five other girls and I point out Dayshia instantly, her lip is bruised and left eye lined with scars. "What happened to her?"
"I don't have a daughter named Chickie." he states and directs me through the photo. Dayshia is on the far left next to Valetina Growden who smiles evilly. Valentina has her elbow on Jose's shoulder and on Jose's other side is his daughter Thankful and another girl with lighter skin.
Thankful is thick, chubby, she's wearing a pink dress shaped like a rosebud, around her neck is a silver necklace with a green eye dangling from it. "What's this around Thankful?" I gesture.
"That? It's technically a medallion. Her sister doesn't have it."
My eyes flutter, "You said you didn't have a daughter named Chickie so do you or not?"
I'm starting to think this man disowned his little girl. "jodidamente la odio."