Amalaric Thrallmaster
(Sub) Psychology - eight hours
Black Thoughts 101
1.1 Independent thinking
Vampires for many years are associated with art and the fetish of death. The way a vampire thinks is commonly displayed as flirtatious. Often mixing with humans of the clear color. Vampires have been bogged down to handsome things.
And it works too easy. Because humans are attracted to the dead such as Victorian spiritualism and the obsession with communication with the dead. Vampires take advantage of this.
The Obayifo has had a change in eye color. Movies give vampires the stereotypical red eyes. While the Obayifo African vampire used to have solid black eyes to gray. With psychology comes the understanding of colors.
Locucts takes pride in the colors black, green, and purple. Unbeknownst to the younger generation. The color purple was used to represent slaves. As told in your history books, Berta Neal was a slave for years. She chose to be one while being an obayifo and not only kept many other slaves on the plantation but also kept them from dying. She remained a servant for fourteen years after it was abolished.
Berta was pregnant with the slave master's child and started a movement but not connected to the vampire underground at the time. Berta used many spells and psychological methods and eventually took the lives of the slaves on the plantation.
Purple is significant. Psychology wise it represents mystery, used frequently to represent royalty and magic. When it comes to Witches, the color purple is seen in the gems such as amethyst, jasper, sugilite, sapphire, and more.
Purple gems like amethyst are said to hold healing properties. Vampires don't carry jewelry but are depicted as rich beings.
To understand what the mind likes. You also observe the personality. Berta collected rocks which for withes is the first sign in a young child that they have a witch in the family. Berta told the slaves on the plantation to swallow the slave master's wife's jewelry. At the time, when it was known that Africa's land held greatness beneath the soil. Digging started. And the wife had many stones from the land.
Berta, given the name Thulani, collected flowers, rocks, and dead things. This is where 'Mangles' originated.
Rocks are simple habits of nature. But a witch will look at it with a keen eye and find meaning.
Berta would use smooth triangular stones to put down the throats of slaves.
Triangles are associated with the devil's triangle, trifecta, and the Holy Trinity.
The Bermuda Triangle or the Devil's triangle is tied with lost. The holy trinity talks about, in rough terms, what is defined as sacred. To vampires, this is almost similar to a ritual but it is not; despite everything, there is a ritual in the likeness of it.
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"Ms. Parker!" Chauncey rose his hand. "What is the ritual that looks like the holy trinity? The book doesn't say."
"Chance, at this time. The school knows." Ms. Parker says. "If I were you I wouldn't ask that."
Chauncey clicked his tongue, "I just wanted to know."
"And probably hurt somebody."
"I didn't do that."
"Boy, everybody know you bit the fuck outta Thomas," snickered a bald nigga. Chauncey bore over his shoulder, "Be quiet before I bite yo ass."
"Everybody already know. You and the click of assholes been making porn tapes. I mean, golly, y'all got fucking Shiloh humping somebody dead body."
"And!" he retorted.
"Nigga what is wrong with you..." a girl stuck out her tongue. "Y'all crazy as hell. That's why don't nobody talk to y'all."
"I don't need somebody talking to me. I just put dick in they mouth," he smiled.
"You nasty,"
"So you never had dick in yo mouth? Never had dick? Smelled dick?" he ogled his eyes. "What about you asking Dareion for his size in the hall when Shy wasn't around?"
The girl put her head on the paper in front of her. "Oh! So, you was you just curious about penis?"
"Uh, Mr. Lyons, please leave my room."
"No I will not. Do y'all rent the teacher rooms or some shit?"
"Go see the superintendent." she pointed to the door.
"Why!" he stood up. "I'm not doing anything! She talking me and fucking Sabrina--"
"Who the fuck you calling Sabrina!" the nigga with a varsity jacket bolted out his seat. "Ain't you a Witch, Bitch?" Chauncey lifted from his seat as the boy marched up to him. He was so much taller than the rest of the boys at school and his brother was an inch taller than him.
"Ain't you a freak?" blurted the boy. "Don't you collect bitch's panties?"
"To sniff…" he faked being shy. "Oh… I know." he looked at the nigga. "Tell Ms. Mcgee, I'll return them."
"Bitch!" the nigga's hand went to his pockets, he pulled out a black pistol and held it at Chauncey's head. "I'm so sick of yo big ass playin!"
"Good…" he answered nonchalantly. "I'm sick… of you… HUMANS."
The nigga rose a brow but kept the gun aimed at his head. "I'm sick of humans. I'm sick of vampires. I'm sick!" Chauncey protested. "Nigga I'm a vamp! What the fuck is you!"
"Drunk as hell… mean as hell… and high as hell. You ever got high?" he fluttered his eyes at the nigga. "What the fuck…"
"I am the son of a king! I just found that out today!" his grin was too wide and ugly. "I'm a goddamn vamp!"
"Nigga you ain't no vamp! Yo daddy was bitch! I can smell it!"
"Sounds like you a bitch, bitch." he started panting. "Come on, bitch. Lay down for me!"
The nigga fired the gun, Chauncey howled. "Shit!" he held his chest. "Why!" he looked pitiful, his bottom lip quivering. "Why did you… Why did you… change your aim. I mean nigga..." Chauncey held up his blood hand. "You had the head and shifted..." he tilted his head to the side. "You must love me..."
Chauncey lifted his right leg and the heavy boot met with the nigga's face. The nigga's nose bled, he blinked his eyes to stay conscious. As Chauncey's mouth stretched, the nigga caught sight of his large fangs.
"I could kiss yo neck..."
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"Ciccaco's my fucking retarded son..." he pouts. "I sold his ass and made it back to me."
"Really?" Harsh. "He doesn't talk about you."
"Magic..." he says. "Cruel..." That's fucked up, he played with his mentally challenged kid. "What's so bad about having an ill kid?"
"I don't want a retarded baby. He had that stem cell shit, that was 7,000 dollars out my pocket."
"From who?" I question. "The DOCK! The department has it with treatment and if you're a registered vampire you get like a 35% discount but I have a record. So... 75% increase."
"Wow..."
"King Cottonmouth died years ago. I'm fucking 82..."
"Y'all raided vampire castles in the realm?"
"That's what Chauncey did! Nigga found his family legacy and then Darlene found out she could cross the other side and shit."
This shit goes way back…
What understands now is that Jose is King Cottonmouth. Vampires use bodies to get around. "So… how did you die?"
He stares at me, "Remember I said I'm sorry I raped your girlfriend..."
"I'm a cannibal…" I warn. "That's nice, too bad you too stupid to understand where that comes from. Aleigha's your granddad."
"What?"
"Aleigha fucking Bible is your granddad and Chere would be great grandpa outside the main mother, aka your mother Shikki."
"Childhood--"
"Shut up! I helped taking the damn memory I should know!"
My mama is Childhood. I should keep my mind silent cause Jose sneers at me. "The Ghytto is crooked. I'm crooked."
"Ok, so if Aleigha is my grandfather through my mother. How did he die?"
His attention is on me. He turns. "Jose!" The black ass Mexican inhales and exhales. "Fuck yo line. Fuck Aleigha…"
"Why!"
"He controls the fucking underground. The nigga has a period one day and blames clans and bitches. We got tired."
"And!"
"He's a massive fucking rapist! He doesn't care!"
"You took the memory?"
"Growden had this shit scrambled. Coming into the realm with fucking Chauncey. I think they did a trade off. Cause that nigga got a new name. Immortality doesn't exist over there. And that self ass nigga took 9,999 bodies from the coven and more. It's desolate!"
I cross my arms. "But why?"
Jose and I are quiet. It bother me none that Aleigha is my granddad and he started the uprising but why?
Hannielle is Aleigha's more. We killed her and more. Shikki? That's his first daughter no recorded sons. We dragged her… by rope." My hand zips across his face. I shake off the heat in my palm.
"Did you touch my mama!"
"Growden did…" he spits blood. "Growden daughter Valentina died so… he crossed over. He thought… vampire blood is healing so…"
"That's what started it?"
"An eye for an eye don't mean the same to your gay ass grandpa." he smirks. "Aleigha started that shit. He ran us out of house and home. Saint John is a prophet… he was just following the lord's work."
"What else?"
"Darlene is a half sister of Valentina. She's a quarter black and she got the obayifo in her." Jose looks at the grass. "I can't give you a body. I'm gluttonous."
"I can't keep walking in thin air." I pout. "It's hard hitting you."
"I'm being haunted."
"What about Chauncey?"
"Dead. He overdosed wanting to test a ritual we had."
"Y'all hung with Growden?"
"Shit… a few times. Darlene is the ugliest kid he got. He fucked her. She fucked Chauncey. The baby is a mystery." Jose shrugs. "You're just a soul. I ain't got a lot in me. You right, I'm a dumb Mexican."
"How do I get around?"
"Make a dagger? I don't know." he grumbles. "A reserve stake?"
"What the fuck-- Never mind. I asked the wrong nigga--"
"You didn't know about the stake? I learned in school. Chauncey found it."
A stake that brings a vampire back to life? That's such great A bullshit. "What's it called?"
"It's in a medal…"