Rhad could blink but he couldn't lie about what he saw. The Madaki Shrine and apartment were ruined. The grass that was once emerald had turned brown. There was no life on the property.
Rhad Madaki didn't tell many. But given his legacy was shit and gone, it didn't matter. The boy was half Chinese and he buried his mother 18 years ago.
When looked at his hands he assumed it was just his soul he could view. But, to his surprise, he had a body. His father or step father, he had to remind himself, taught him things...
Like Rhad and pimping.
'This is how vampires survive! If we don't do it then we die! Take off your pants.' He was happy the day he got shot but saint wasn't dead. He was lucky to avoid that.
He had a link to him and if he didn't, he would be dead. He had to be old... he lost track, the last number he kept was sixty-six but he appeared as an 18-year-old.
Magic was illness. "My line is gone..."
The apartment was blown off at the top. The front gate in shambles, the street sign laid in the grass with a side of dog shit. The windows of every floor broken or catching the breeze. The fourth level of the building was missing. He saw a bed in one room and broken toilet in another. The carpet slipped out ready to fall. The front steps were smashed and Chinese charms scattered the walkway leading to the door.
Who did it? She. Not that She, the other She. His cousin, She. The She line was closer to the whole jiangshi. He didn't go down HOP SIN Lane in the Ghytto.
He had it in him but he didn't look it. The She line tore from a part in the family and created the Ty Clan. Now the Ty were dead... he didn't have much...
The big question, why sell him to someone like Saint John
Obviously, he was never going to get that fucking answer. A set off bells went off, it must be the wind. He turned around, "Chauncey," he blurted. "I thought you were dead?"
"Was. Is. Could be." he looked up, "That means the same thing as was don't it...?" he shook his head. "Nah... stupid brother got me thinking crazy."
"Chauncey how are you...?"
"Alive?" Chauncey eyes grew. "I learned!"
"Ain't you human?"
"Bitch, I learned." he paced to him. "Where's fucking Seign?"
"He said you was dead..."
"Well... I farted. I'm not." he grimaced. "Where is Seign?"
"I don't know man!" Rhad put his hands up in defense. "Last I heard, that nigga was in Louisiana." Chauncey gritted his teeth, "At home? Wonderful?" He was about to turn to leave but a bright idea came to him. "I could use you Rhad..." he grinned.
"Huh..."
Chauncey zipped to his side holding him in a headlock. Sure enough, this nigga had just died. Rhad cough, saliva dripping as the stank took him. "Yo bowels gotta empty when you died and shit so... you."
"Get the fuck--" Rhad stammered. Chauncey beat him in the face. He looked around, "Damn... yo family dead, dead. Shit!" he smacked his lips. "Look, I need some pills..." he uttered in his ear. Rhad scratched Chauncey's arms, planting a few cuts. "You already dead!"
"Yeah..." thought Chauncey outloud. "I am. But... I wanna kill other people. You know?"
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The Ghytto was known for its massive collection of stolen cars. Curve Cars were on the rage in the Ghytto. You wanted a Cadillac? A Toyota but you couldn't afford it? Just ask the nearest nigga, he might even take license off if you pay him an extra five dollars.
Chauncey threw Rhad towards a big wheel white Pontiac. "Open the door and drive before I bite you." ordered Chauncey. Rhad was mourning the death of his clan and now he was in hole with a Vamp from one of the major families.
He reluctantly opened the door and slid in. If only he had enough time to drive off. "We going to the clinic..."
"It's multiples..." Rhad gripped the stirring wheel. "The one... huh... brain fog—God damn." Chauncey tossed his head to the side. "Where Melvin work! Go there!" he punched him in the arm. Rhad winced, "I don't know where that is!"
"You know magic!"
"So..."
"I will bite you!" Chauncey lips parted. He held Rhad neck he growled lowly. "Nigga get off me!"
"I need drugs!"
"You need help!"
Chauncey's jaw split reaching to his ears. He lurched over the seat and his fangs sunk into the brown flesh. He pulled Rhad by his arm into his jaws as blood marked the inside of the Pontiac. Chauncey slurped and sucked on the large wound. Rhad screamed as his knee bumped the wheel. He beat against the window.
Chauncey pulled Rhad into a hold, his neck captured and Chauncey's one leg over him, locking him in. Rhad saw from the recesses of his eye, those damning pink eyes. "You tasty... not to be gay or nothing..." he smirked and bit into his throat again. Rhad passed out, his fingers twitched from the reacion of nerves.
Chauncey sighed, having his fill he put Rhad into the seat again. "Oh my god..." Chauncey sat beck, "I was so fucking thirsty!"
He panted and examined the blood on his torso. His head he the back seat, "At least I'm sexy..." he looked at Rhad. "You dead?" He pushed the body. "Damn... see, my bitch would have lasted longer. But also, I wouldn't bite her..." he twiddled his digits. "Now get up and drive." Rhad's spirit above him waved. He gasped and gripped the wheel again. "Drive..." he commanded.
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They left the realm after Chauncey saw the clinic on a flyer in the trash. He moved his hands as his breath hit Rhad's face. "Go into the parking lot." he directed and Rhad, through Chauncey's control, turned the car into the parking lot with a couple of dozen cars.
They exited the vehicle and waltzed into the clinic. This was the pharmacy side of the hospital located in the back. The counter collected a line and some were looking for pills. Chauncey looked east at a sign that made him laughed on the inside.
'DUE TO NUMEROUS BREAK INS THE PHARMACY IS NOT PROVIDING MEDICINE WITHOUT A DOCTOR'
Rhad came back to his senses. "What the fuck--!" Chauncey grabbed a fist full of his clothes. "Walk to the counter."
"It says--"
"And?" he stared him down. "I just need a couple dozen blood thinners."
"Chauncey--" Rhad growled. "I got the damn magic I know what the fuck I'm doing..." he threatened lowly. "They over there. Now act like a terrible child and be nosey." Chauncey threw him down the aisle.
Was this a form of karma? Could be. All he did was stalk Alexis at school and act out. He claimed to be putting some Chinese wisdom behind it.
Rhad went to the shelf labelled, 'Blood Thinners'. The medication Antitsunnanol lined the shelf in a white box with a purple strip leading downward. An image of the suppressants, a pair of dark green pills with a white belt. He picked up the box thinking about Alexis. She snuck around the school taking them after lunch. He read the back of the box.
Use Antitsunnanol for
- Clinical vampirism
Do NOT use Antitsunnanol
-mixing with other drugs
-for children below 10
-if box has become wet
-DO NOT CUT
How to use Antitsunnanol
-Age 13-18/2 capsules/ as prescribed by doctor
-adult/ as prescribed by doctor
Each tablet capsules contains
-5mg to 44 mg
-no sugar
-green dye
-no iron
-trans or saturated fats
-Anticoagulants
-lithium carbonate
-caffeine
-fluphenazine
Alexis was dry in his opinion. She didn't move much after she took it. She loved blood and the last time he asked her anything it led to WHAT. As if she didn't understand anything.
The DOHRCC had a double meaning for things. Just because one read it, it doesn't mean what it actually says.
A blood thinner helped with clotting. Rhad and Alexis used to slurp and two years later, she was on meds because of her aunt.
He stuffed the box under his shirt and looked for another. Chauncey came to the shelf. He grabbed Recta Lacinha from the shelf, "This shit is lethal..." he put it back on the shelf. "Extreme leg pain, visible veins, with a light chance of psychosis." Chauncey put his hands in his pockets. A woman looking at drugs behind a glass eyed them. "Are you a werewolf?" she asked.
"Nah, but my wife is."
She pouted, she put her left hand over her heart. "My condolences. My husband was taken from me. He returned but now he's a werewolf. I'm trying to find something to ease his pain."
"I'm sorry. Death might do it." Chauncey shrugged. "Overall I don't care. What's your name?" the lady stood with her mouth open. "Alexandra Holland." she rolled her eyes and faced the glass again. "Don't turn rom me..." her spirit left her as Chauncey high fived the air. Her went limp. People in line turned their attention. "Vamp--" a smaller woman nearly yelled. Chauncey put his hand up and her spirit left her. "Blink!"
The soul scattered into cascading white lights. His hands gestured towards the door. "Block." The windows blackened, "Shottie."
"What are you--" Rhad exclaimed and forced his lips shut upon that very spell pointing at him.
"What is going on!" the clerk revealed himself from the backroom. He jogged to the counter with haste to sound the alarm. "No." Chauncey snapped his fingers and the clerk's body fell to the floor. "Alright. Everybody in here is now pronounce dead." he rose the silver lever action rifle above his shoulder.
"I don't wanna be a slave!" a man screamed. "Don't care." Chauncey shot a random person in line and rose his free hand to rise them again. He shot another and three more. "Get the ground." he ordered and pointed the weapon at a lady with a pink skirt.
"Bring me your neck. I ain't asking twice." the woman shivered. He waved the gun, beckoning her over. "Come on little white Lilly. I'm starved, everybody else start taking pills."
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Rhad watched people overdose as Chauncey prepared a ritual in the back of the pharmacy. The back room lit up, a werewolf clawed the edges pulling himself out the door.
Rhad jumped back, bumping into a shelf. "Rhad! Get a chain!" said Chauncey. "I don't know--"
"Boy go out and look!" he came out the room with a sneer. "And bring back some weed."