Chauncey bagged the bodies and put them in a stolen truck. Rhad frowned at the stank of the dying. "Why?" he looked at him.
"Bitch you dead, ain't you?" he stated clearly. "I'm a vampire."
"Rhad..." Chauncey put his hands on the door. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm a Madaki! I was raised by a king--"
"Stop!" he interrupted, giving him the flat of his palm. "Stop, lord."
"Why should I?"
"If I hear a lie, from anyone else besides me I'll have to go to church." he huffed. "Your side of the family is dead."
"I can rebuild!"
"No, you can't." he babied him. "You can't do shit..."
"So, what now, you finna work me to tears?"
"No, that's fucking. You a thrall now. Talk about fucking demotion." he went to the passenger side. "Get the fuck in."
He could bolt. "You run. On God. I'll kill you. Get ya ass in the car." Rhad grumbled and stood a mere 5'8. He threatened himself for growing. He thought to tell him his feet couldn't reach the pedals. As he sat in the seat, Chauncey smacked him across the back of his head.
"Keep thinking you a fucking ninja. Rhad," he snapped his fingers in front of his sad face. "People can die."
"Ok..." he lamented. "People die everyday."
"Ok," tears wanted to fall. "You a bitch." Chauncey grinned. "But look, if you do what I say. You might get a bitch."
He thought, 'I can do it by myself.'
"No, the fuck you can't!" retorted Chauncey. "You fucking need me nigga." he counted on his fingers. "You need blood? You come to me. You need bone? You come to me. You need bitches? Me. I'm yo fucking daddy now!" he jabbed two fingers in Rhad's head. "You, my bitch!" he shouted. He grabbed the back of Rhad head and forced into the stirring wheel. "If I say suck my dick. That's what you gotta do. There ain't no freedom. You know why?"
"No..."
"Because I'm God's son. I'm the new kid on the block. I'm his prophet nigga. Do you hear me?"
"Yeah..."
"Good." he pressed his back against the seat. "Now drive. We headed to my cousin's grave." he balled his fist and looked out the window. "My nigga died before me." he cried.
"Melvin got shot..." Rhad murmured. Chauncey twisted slowly, "I fucking know nimrod. You think I'm stupid. Say yes."
"No--" blood leaked out the side of lip. "It's opposite day."
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Rhad looked at the road through a swollen eye. He had no control over his body.
He took the time to recall some things. He was black and Chinese. His mother was booted by the Ty for cheating on the oldest son. She bought a werewolf and told him to take one of Wang's kids. His stepfather was Chinese and the most love he ever got was cigars in his arms.
His mother, Gao was once Saint John's bitch. Or so she said. He didn't actually know. Tang-On was the leader of the Ty and he was dark. The Ty was known for their breeding. It was simple if Pan was born with good looks, she had to have 18 kids and out of the 18, the best looking had to keep the gene going.
In terms of vampires, the jiangshi or Haiqunma were conditioned to have certain traits. You had to be born with good legs, that meant you were fast.
You had to be born with good vision. If the baby was born blind, they sold them to a human. They had to have all their teeth, so... a secret DOHRCC drug was used. The name simply changed to Denrium.
When the Ty found out he was born black and short and through infidelity. They cast Geo to the side. She was a... hindrance.
He hated his mother, to keep a long story short.
They pulled up to a graveyard, Rhad looked at the grounds. "They have green grass around dead people?"
"Boy what the fuck did you just ask me?"
"We don't keep grass around dead people. It rots."
Chauncey was quiet. He repeated what he had told him, "Grass rots around the dead."
"Yeah. It's tradition to bury the dead around wheat."
He just looked at him. "Well, it's night."
"You see that light by the tree?" Rhad pointed to the tree towards the left. "It's green."
Chauncey smacked his lips. "Get out the damn car."
The two left the confines of the vehicle. Chauncey told Rhad to get a male body from the back of the truck. They entered the field of the dead and argued whether or not wheat was considered a tree.
"Shut up!" Chauncey yelled while Rhad ragged the dead body. "Wheat is a tree!"
"It's not tho." he mumbled. "It is, it is a type of plant."
"There's no such thing as a wheat tree..." he whispered. "But it is a plant."
"It makes bread!"
Chauncey hoisted him up by his collar. He dropped the dead person, "Stop arguing with me." Rhad reminded himself that crackheads didn't have good sense. "Wheat is called a cereal crop!"
He blinked and threw him to the ground. Chauncey shook his head in confusion. He started mumbling to himself. "Get the goddamn dead body before I fucking bite you!" he commanded. Rhad dragged the body to the desired location.
Chauncey thought to him, you could turn bread into weed. Because weed was a plant and wheat had to be a plant because it was grown in fields. Therefore, without a doubt in his head, wheat was a tree and weed was related and mutated from a tree.
He was smart. Rhad was not.
Rhad still kept it to himself. Wheat was a grain; grains were found in cereal products. Wheat was not a tree. It was grain. "I can hear you Rhad!"
"It's a grain..." he grunted. He smacked him across the face causing him to fall. Rhad winced and whined, "You don't find bark in meals."
"Ok, smart ass. What about puppy food?"
Rhad narrowed his eyes. "Grain!"
"Wrong, you heard of Earth Paw Chow?"
"What?"
"Exactly, it's a plant-based kibble for dogs!" he kicked him in the stomach. "Mothafucka thinking I'm stupid."
He was afraid to ask him what was grass.
They finally located the grave of Melvin D Lyons. He was surrounded by dead flowers and a jar of honey left by the stone. "What the fuck is this." Chauncey picked up the jar, he opened it. Straining to open it at first but eventually got it. He dipped his fingers inside and sucked his fingers.
"Sweet..."
"It's honey."
"It's jam."
Not again. He let him have his way.
"Dig him up." told Chauncey. "How?" said Rhad.
"Did you get the shovel?" Chauncey wiped the sides of the jar before digging into the pool. "No..."
"You retarded. Go back and get the goddamn shovel." he directed fiercely. Rhad looked at the path and groaned. When he returned Chauncey was poking the grave with a stick. "I got the shovel."
"Dig." he pointed with the stick. Rhad sighed and did the deed, "What are you using him for?"
"Get the gang back. We had plans in school. Then I gotta find fucking—Curtis." he said to himself. "But that ain't yo business." he threw the stick at him. Rhad was on the verge of losing his mind. "Then what?"
"I don't know." said Chauncey. "He my cousin. One time, we made the anti-christ."
"Ok."
"Alexis."
Rhad stop shoveling dirt. "You know her?" Chauncey sat on an ear by box just standing alone. "Alexis Kelly?"
"She's--um--" he looked at the night trying to think. "Chava's daughter. Poor girl doesn't know probably."
"What are you saying? Alexis isn't the antichrist."
"She is. She's supposed to hold the throne. She act like she don't want it. I like that story tho, the one about Thankful."
"What?"
"Runaway princesses and shit. Could you imagine being the wife of a cult leader and also the daughter of a crackhead?"
The shovel slipped out of his hands. "We want another uprising we're famished. The Realm is depilating. Simple shit, we hungry."
"And what is Alexis supposed to do?"
"Not a lot and she slacking. Kings feed the realm, take care of God and all that. Alexis Bumigida Kelly is Chains wife. She's supposed to secure the throne. You can't just let a nigga die; you know what I mean."
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Rhad pulled Melvin's body out of his coffin. "At least that buried him like a vampire." he tapped his forehead and went from shoulder to shoulder. "So anyway, it's more about quality. Like Alexis is a pretty powerful vampire. But she's stupid."
"She isn't!" he retorted. "Alexis is human. She just—she gets high and--"
"Yeah, she's a massive liar. She not my daughter. My son married that."
"What?"
"I sold a vampire princess—the angel's daughter actually." he stared at the ground. "That nigga want me." he pursed his lips as he sat uncomfortably. "Chauncey?"
"I have no idea what I'm doing." he grinned. "I had fun. I did. But I'm confused, I do want my father's house. It's my right to have it. Seign the first born and shit. He ain't better. My son ain't shit either."
"What was that last part!"
"Boy yell at me again..." his teeth flashed. "Obayifo..."
Rhad glanced at Melvin, he looked back at Chauncey. "I'm creole. I know French more than any African tongue. How you be Saint's son, aka, Antichrist number one." Chauncey stuck out his hand and clenched it repeatedly, Melvin's body twitched as it slides towards him. "So, my cousin offered something. He gave them a snake, a little garden snake. Again, I'm high as fuck, I had like a bag earlier. Overdosed in the closest but thank God Childhood was a giving little lady."
Melvin's body was grey, his eye missing from a bullet wound. "I gotta go shoot that bitch soon." he got up, "Shottie." the gun came into being, and as graceful as it came, it shot two bullets into Rhad. The head and the chest. "I need a body. Don't worry, I'll pay you back."