Philomon stood outside the police department. Across the street the DOHRCC of Houston stood much higher. He lit a cigarette and siphon the cancer out of it.
A third quarter of the moon's phase was visible. He had a stupid thought while looking at it. The shadow of the moon is dictated by the sun which isn't visible at night.
The sun is larger than the moon but because of the distance it can put a shadow on the moon.
And he asked himself, did the sun have a shadow? Well, if the sun had a shadow, it was human but it didn't have a shadow, therefore that would make it a monster.
All the planets revolve around the sun. The sun is the king of the milky way. What would happen if you took the sun out of the milky way? The planets wouldn't revolve around anything. It is the suns gravitational pull and vibe, he considered. So, would that mean, the planets not close to the sun are trying to escape? Perhaps Pluto was smart and didn't wish to bake in the heat.
Where the fuck did that come from?
"Hey..." called a broken voice. A man in a large black jacket and green eyes with saliva staining his lip. "Can I help you?"
He leaned on his right leg with his left just slightly off the ground. Philomon noticed the cut above his neck. "This is the police station; do you need help?"
The man pointed at him. "Get naked."
"Excuse me--"
A translucent wave of the air made Philomon lose his breath. He could see himself. His brown hair that reached his ears, his body fell over and the man crouched down and started taking his clothes off. He laid his hands on his chest and the transparent air left his body and into his.
'What's happening?'
/Blink/
He heard a pop.
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I'm an asshole. I didn't have to erase him like that.
This body is fucking—this nigga got a little dick. It's a Doberman's tail.
God fuck me sideways but I only need it for this. And the DOHRCC is right next to it? Ooo.
This bitch been smoking cigarettes. I'm gonna hurl.
My father is fucking senseless. My whole fucking family is. I go into the station, a cool breeze from the AC is welcoming, ironic as shit.
I don't know this man's life, coworkers or anything. But whatever it is can be solved with dick. I course the hall and into the line of business with tables, offices, and chairs. There is a little lady with a tight shirt and brown pants. "Oh! Philomon, look at this about Valentina."
She's dead or she's still haunting Jose's house. He never should have trusted that white girl for shit. Then again, I could say the same for Chava.
"I don't care about that right now." I look at the floor. "Rebecca..."
"Who?"
Fuck. I go to her and look at her badge, "I'm sorry I... got a sister named Rebecca. I was outside smoking and I just..." I squeeze my lips together. "I just ain't been really close and I remember I told her to kill herself."
"You never mentioned your sister."
"I hide a lot of pain. But also..." I bit my lip. "Can I fuck you?"
She flings her head back astonished. "What?"
"I wanna fuck."
"Are you flirty with me?" she chuckles. "Phil, leave me alone."
"I don't want to." I caress her shoulders. "Get off me!" she pushes against my hand but I keep on her shoulder. My other hand slips in her shirt. "Phil!" she yells as I cup her breast. "Get away from me!" I take my left hand and slip under her shirt.
My nails scratch her stomach. "OW!"
I lick her neck. I gnaw on her flesh, "Ain't this romantic?"
"Phil--AH!" My favorite part happens. I remove my hands and drag her up with my teeth. I got big fangs, I'm a Lyon after all. I spit her out, she lands on the desk, I grab the back of her pants. "If you move wrong, imma put it in." I threaten. "I got 13 inches and thick as hell. It will hurt."
She stills.
"Y'all got a basement?"
"no..." she answers meekly. "Don't lie. Le diable n'aime pas les menteurs."
"Get off me..." she trembles. "Show me the fucking basement and guns." My hand goes for her neck. I get her up and my claws poke at her throat. "It's in the armory on this floor."
"I'm a vampire. I don't fuck and kiss. Take me there and don't say shit."
I let her go, if she does anything besides walk. I'll break her fucking neck. "Is it cameras in here?" she turns her head to me and smirks. "Of course, dumb ass."
I smack her with the flat palm of my hand. She tears up, I give these bitches credit. They try. "Go on!" I usher her. She starts walking and snap my fingers. "Blackout."
"Why did you ask if you could do that?"
The word scatters about the building finding each camera. "Break!" I hear each one hit the floor. She faces me, stunned. "Obey." I say. Her body stiffens, a breath leaves her. "Go on, show me where the basement is."
"Here..." she breathes. Pearlie takes me there; I tell her to stay. And the armory is next across the hall. I take a gun and drag Pearlie to the basement with me.
As she follows, I start thinking of plans. Lord knows if I called her, I wouldn't get shit. 'You ain't who you used to be.' blah blah. 'I miss my husband.' She doesn't understand.
We lived in a house that was fucking broke. I kept getting fired, laid off, replaced. This is a good thing. I could have passed it onto my good for nothing son but nah. My stupid fucking father leaves the damn church, so what everybody dies. My mama dead, but like she had liver cancer. It was bound to happen.
I don't understand. In fact, it was stupid. He could have told God; he wanted his wife back and mama would be fine.
With everything HE gives us. All the blessings in HIS power. He forsakes it, throws it away like a common object. WHEN IT HELPS US GET WHAT WE WANT.
So, fuck it.
Let's take it.
In the basement, I examine the perimeter. It could fit a couple fifty. "Alright, little white chick. I'll give you a cookie if you a rob a house and bring them niggas here. I'll let you suck my dick if you bring a dog."
She moans, "I ain't never fucked a dead body. But I might have to make a tally." I slap her on the ass. "Go on, get me some bitches."
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My neck cracks to the side. I got a couple of twenty. I need some weird, but let me huff this stick of cancer in the meantime.
"You, red head." I gesture. "What's your name?"
"Fuck you!" she counters. "Fuck vampires."
"Good speech. Imma name you Lisa."
"My name is Wanda!"
"Your name is Lisa Pickett. Come here." I beckon. "I said fuck you."
"Sounds like an offer." I use my two-finger to guide her. She gets up and comes to me. "Doesn't this turn you on." I put my lips near her ear. "I'm a vampire with power..."
"Creepy motherfucker!" I lick the side of her face and gag. "Ugh, too much sour cream." I lift her face, she's ugly. Let's see, what can I use this for? Bait? Maybe but I got Pearlie doing fetch. Breeding? Oh, I just thought of something.
What about the Old Gang?