"Jose... I love you."
This nigga has lost his mind. Every goddamn neuron has ceased to exist. I'm hung up on a fucking crucifix and my dick is exposed to a bunch of crazy-ass niggas who probably believe in the same shit. I am not a vampire.
I am not a vampire. I AM A NIGGA. FROM CHICAGO. I AM NIGGA.
I'M NOT A VAMPIRE.
"Nigga, is you going through conniptions?" Chauncey glares at me. " I can read yo mind... you going crazy."
"Fuck you Chauncey!"
"Amen." he lifts his hands in the air. "You see I have a congregation here. They came to watch your first Baptism."
I shake my head defiantly. "No! No!"
"First, prove to us you have returned from the dead."
How? "NIGGA I AM NOT JESUS!" What is this foolishness?
"You will bleed for us. Your blood is immortal!"
"MY BLOOD IS BLOOD."
"YOU CAN HEAL THY SELF!" Chauncey's voice rings across the room. "Where am I?" I jerk against the shackles. "The book was written by Attaullah She. He wrote the shit. He knew man and my father knew as well!"
"Knew what!"
"How to get to God. Now, before you regret my claims--"
"HELP!!"
"I'm trying. You see She found it! He ascended. Vampires are angels! The unconscious and the conscious mind. Once you give up all that sin, your humanity, you see it all. Vampirism, you free yourself to the Obayifo to be the real you." His voice slow and pessimistic. "My daddy lied to me... I'm creole, I mean... Louisiana voodoo... it's basically my birthright. That comes from Africa, Jose."
"My name is Joseph!"
"Irony!" his eyes expand. "Then Midianite traders passed by. And they drew Joseph up and lifted him out of the pit, and sold him to the Ishmaelites for twenty shekels of silver. They took Joseph to Egypt. Genesis 37:28."
He has lost his mind, "Devil Thing!" he calls. Stretching his hand out towards the ground. "Arise... Lejon Espera." Whatever I felt scratching at my neck appeared through the floor. Several black hands reach out at me. A head emerges through the floor, a head wrapped in cloth and hippopotamus-like teeth. Two large ones at the top and two large ones at the bottom. Three thin dark wings across its back. Its arms retract and lash at the ground. Its legs come through the cloak; it has three toes on each foot.
Its back is towards me but its head twists to face me. Piss is leaving me and my ass cheeks meet each other. One of its hands slides down my face to my knees. It snatches me from the cross and squeezes. I scream at the top of my lungs. It roars, vibrant rings leave its throat. It squeezes me harder and harder.
The pressure in my body is too much, I feel my bones give out. My throat hurts. Heat summons in my backside.
I can hear my organs squish.
.
.
.
"If he wakes up, the rite is complete. But it is only the first test."
My eyes flutter to a horrifying realization and sight. One, I'm not dead and two, Chauncey exists. I want this to be over. I don't know what's happening. "I can hear you..." he sings. He lays his lay on my chest. "Avow." there is something invisible pushing me. My body lifts and falls. My fingers wiggle but not because of me.
He moves from me and my body stands on its own. Stop.
"Good. I can't believe that works..." he grins. "Get a gun. I gotta go to the principal's office."
Is this nigga impressed by his own dick? Does he look at himself in the mirror and stand in astonishment? Chauncey looks at the ceiling, it only now occurs to me that we're in the gym of the school. "I can... hear." he squints. "This is immortality. This what we can do. We have reached the highest level of consciousness. Don't it feel good? Makes you wanna jack off."
I couldn't speak if I wanted to. I'm getting molested. He's just here in my ears and I'm listening to this fucking Charles Manson bullshit.
From the corners of my eyes, I see a team of people with guns in their hands. "Alright, this side take the stairs to the fourth floor. The other, go find Vinitharius." he directs.
I'm not doing anything! Why is my body moving? "Because I said to!" he blinks. He waves his hand in front of me. I see on the back of my head, there's a mark. An upside cross shaved into my hair. Why can I see the back of me? I died, why can I see me!
Chauncey's eyes rotate in his head. "Because you did die. I had to awake your mind so the real you could come out. We surpress so many things inside us."
Keep that shit in!
"I got high, Jose." MY FUCKING NAME IS JOSEPH! "You can't be Joseph. But you could be my prophet. All you gotta do is listen."
I'm just standing there like a fucking committed officer of the law. "You feel me?" he waves his hand in the air again. "The Obayifo is a vampire. A true vampire. We ain't about fucking little girls from high school. We are here help those that need and want. Don't you wanna go to heaven." As he moves his hand I can see the rest of the gym. What the fuck!
"Jose, I want to share this with so many people. My daddy didn't give me shit. I can die, I overdosed on heroine but I find how to live again. I'm back nigga."
This is not Bones! I'm not going to stop saying it!
"Do it then..." My body hits the wall but my body... is still in front of Chauncey. "I separated you from your body. It's just the soul walking. The Obayifo is a ball of light. Took me a while to learn. And always remember Jose."
I give up.
"The vampire cannot enter unless invited. And your body is a temple." His fangs finally show. "My body is a temple and my body stays at home." He smiles widely. "With me!"