Curtis scratched his neck. Curtis scratched his ass. Curtis could scratch all day but Curtis couldn't scratch his eye. He came to the automatic doors of the hospital pharmacy.
A cool breeze hit him. The pharmacy was full today with the line backed up towards the selves.
The department had a small building for holding medicine. No chairs to sit down and heavy disorganization.
As usual, the clerk was arguing with someone in line. "This is a goddamn pharmacy. Not the line to the fucking black market. You go there to be an asshole!"
"You white ass, bean eyed bitch--Give me my drugs!"
Curtis shook his head. "I have a gun!"
"Shoot me nigga, I can't die!" the woman in line jumped the counter and snapped her jaws. "Goddamn it!" the clerk took the bat under the counter and smacked it across her head. "Everybody get the hell out!" demanded the pharmacy worker. "Y'all do this twice a week!"
"Fuck you Justin!" that was the bad part about working for the department. He could quit but they paid him at least $933 in total. He couldn't let go of seventy dollars even if it meant getting his pay check at the end of the year.
He was in college. It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with the situation before. But this time he understood more. Plus he wasn't going through it again.
"Who the fuck needs help!" As the registered and unregistered vampires left the pharmacy, they eagerly flipped off Justin. "I hope somebody come and take yo body from you." a vampire shouted.
"It's whatever!" he sneered. "Daryl!"
Curtis went to the counter. "I'm a patient."
"What the fuck else?" the clerk put his hands on the computer keyboard. "Name, address, do you have a fucking medical card?"
Curtis fluttered his eyes. "I do."
"Give it to me."
He could see the sweat on his forehead. Curtis gave him his medical card. "Curtis Miller?" he checked.
"Yes." he looked at the shelves aligned with perfect toxic medication provided by the Department of Human Resources and creature Comforts.
"I have to check." he heard the bell to the door ring. "GET THE FUCK OUT!"
The vampire hissed, "I have my goddamn papers!" His face was cracked from the left side of his jaw and across his nose and eyes. "What do you want?"
"My ointment!" the vampire approached the counter. "I got sun damage. My doctor sent the order last week. His name is Rakeem Carson."
"Shit." he went to the backroom. Next to the door was a monitor that kept track of orders. "Isiah Jackson?"
"Yeah!"
"Don't say that." Justin went to the medical disposal basket. There were two areas of the backroom. One in the way back where the medicine was collected and in front of it, the medicine that stored the request. Justin checked the basket. He went to the window to the disposal. "Austin!" he called out. "Do you have Isiah Jackson?"
"What's the med!"
Justin checked the card, "Pevoil."
"I put on the shelf this morning beside you switch out with Lisa." directed Austin. "Check the J section."
Justin thought about his life for a moment and immediately stopped. He knew Lisa, they used to date. But after the event, they hardly talked. It was understandable.
They ate somebody years ago…
She actually had treatment and he was fine with working at the pharmacy.
He also didn't call Lisa, Lisa anymore since she had the treatment. 'My spirit is clean. That means I can live it behind.'
'What about your mom?'
'She gave me her body. She signed the consent form and everything. I'm living with my aunt.'
However, he hadn't seen her. Sometimes he would catch her coming off work. Not anymore.
He grabbed the meds off the shelf and went back to the counter. He scanned the medication. There was a ticket machine that printed out the name, medication, and date with the ID number on the patient's card. He clipped it to a small bag and handed it over. "Thank you. Also Justin."
"What?" he rolled his ass.
"Don't do that shit no more…" Isiah and him stared a glare. "You learn how to talk to people."
Isiah left the building. He looked at Curtis, "I don't even remember… are you a vampire?"
"Um… I'm a victim."
"What do you need?"
"Uh…" Curtis shuffled his hands in pockets. "I am a vampire victim with, uh--"
"Excuse me?"
"Eye drops." he squeezed his eyes trying to think. "I have my card." He gave it over to Justin.
Justin went to the back area again and typed in his name. "Curtis Miller. You have HAD, Hyper Attention
Name: Curtis Miller
ID: 918992
ILL: Cataract, HAD (Hyper Attentive Disorder)
"You HAD, the medication is ARTZ." he went to the shelves and search for a 'Miller'. He returned to the front doing his job. "ARTZ must be applied when the eye is red. You may experience pressure in the eye--"
"Does Darlene work here?" his looked around.
"Who?" he gave him the bag. "Anyone I saw that your eye meds are ready for a refill but your pills were ready."
"When do I get my…" he stared at him. "When--when, when do I get my eyes done?"
"Try next week." said Justin.
"Can I stay here?"
"No."
"I promise I won't be trouble. Just until my meds get cleared."
"You have other people in front of you. That's why it's taking time."
"What's their names?"
"Why do you need to know that?" he cocked his head to the side. Curtis blinked his eyes. "I just wanna know."
"Well, it doesn't concern you."
"I know. What's your name?"
"Leave the building."
"My name is Curtis. You have…" he looked at his neck and put his two fingers on his own. "A vein right there. Do you brush your teeth?"
"what--LEAVE!" he gestured forcibly to the door. "I just asked about your teeth. They're so white…" Curtis tried to put his fingers in Justin's mouth. Gazing his bottom lip.
Justin slapped his hand away and grabbed the bat. He hit the counter, but Curtis kept staring. "You come and you go! That's it!" he yelled. "You get the fuck out. You have your medicine!"
"Can I feel your feet? Where do you live? I hope near."
Curtis licked the countertop. "What the fuck." They met views, Curtis stared and leaned backwards. "Take your medicine!"
Curtis blinked slowly, "Is it black or red? Or maybe pink?"
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Chauncey dragged the drunken vampire through the door. "Nigga, go get the knife." This was a resident from Locucts. "I found this nigga going home." he dragged the vamp inside and let him fall to the floor behind the couch. "Y'all ready to get drunk?"
"I ain't gon lie. I've been touching myself about this moment." Curtis came out of the kitchen clapping his hands. "Where's the fucking plant?"
Experience, Shiloh, and Chava came downstairs. Experience wiped her mouth. "Did you get one?" asked Experience. "Yes!" Chauncey retorted. "Because you take yo white ass over there and never feed the fucking rest of us."
"I do feed you…" she pursed her lips and moved a strand of hair behind her ear. "You could have gotten O'Liga…"
Chauncey scoffed. "Bitch!"
"Wow…" Shiloh crossed her arms. "You cheated and yet."
"Don't yo nigga beat yo ass?" His eyes fluttered. He pointed at Experience and Shiloh. "You eat ass. And this one been pregnant twice!"
"Mind yo business Chauncey."
"Fuck you to the roof. This bitch with blue hair been sucking nigga dick like it's a fucking hobby. She got two niggas with fangs. That nigga that drove towards the fucking house look like he take steroids. And other one been fucking a white bitch with chlamydia."
Dareion, who sat on the couch next to a potted plant with red veins around its stem. "So, where's your body?"
"Walking." said Saint John in the plant. "Can you get me another?"
"I mean, I guess I could give you mind." said Dareion. "I don't want yo ugly ass body. You look nasty."
"Thank you. So, what do we have to do?"
"Eat him."
"Ok."
"What the fuck is wrong with darkness?" Chauncey seethed. "You must be feigning."
"YES! I had liquor!"
"The other thing…" Dareion sighed. "You call me darkness but that nigga Darlene fuckin'--"
"IS SCARY!" Chauncey stomped. "He got fangs coming out of his jaw, digging into his lip and out his cheeks."
"Well I think he's hot…" Experience sat by Dareion. "Give me the plant." Dareion passed the demon to her. She sat Saint John in her lap. "You are so cute."
"Bitch…"
She tickled his stem. "Who's a vampire weed."
"I am a KING!"
"I bet you used to be a big vampire, huh?"
"Well…" he sulked. "I used to be about six feet four."
"I got a question." Dareion crossed his legs. "Who is Aleigha."
"He runs the Ghytto, Locucts. Second worse thing would be Monty."
"Who's Monty?" Chava sat on the armrest of the other couch furthest from them. "He used to be stuck stupid. He praises the Antichrist."
"The Antichrist? Y'all got Christian activity over there?"
"The Antichrist of the Ghytto is a massive liar. And hoe." the head of the flower rolled it's eyes. "The hood is different. You see, we all used to go to church. I'll tell you straight out. The realm is covering our old houses."
"Really?" said Chava. "How did it get here?"
"Growden…"
"That's my dad…" Experience muttered. "You don't say? No wonder you asked for a body then, cause you got a fat fucking face just like that white bitch."
"So?" She pouted. "Can I have another body?"
"Bitch, can I grow my dick back first?"
"Why are you a flower with a stocking cap on?"
"I was wearing it when my fucking half brother shot me and raped me with a hot rob in my ass!" Saint John fumed. "I hate that black ass vampire bitch!"
"He sounds mean…" Experience petted Saint John. "Is she retarded?"
"No." said Shiloh. "Darlene is sick. Doctors said she's a sociopath. Her father put drugs in her bottle."
"No, he didn't…" Experience told. "I do drugs, I do. But like when I have a headache…"
"From being fucking high you dumb bitch!" yelled Chauncey. "will you kiss my ass?"
"It ain't washed. Y'all know white folk don't believe in wash cloths."
"I own towels!" she snapped.
"Ok, either you take a big ass towel in the bathroom to WASH. Or yo simple minded ass don't know the difference between cloth and a blanket," he mocked.
"Why are you so mean to me?"
"Remember you robe my dick in my sleep. I can't touch O'Liga!"
"Oh… that's all?" she turned around. "Bitch…" Chauncey hoisted Experience above the couch by her neck. "YOU GAVE ME AN STD!"
"You fucked me!"
"CAUSE I FEEL BAD FOR YO HOMELY ASS!" Chauncey shook her by the throat. "You ugly taco smelling wet back!" He threw her on the couch. "All you fucking do is stalk my ass. Every time I move, I smell a mean bitch behind me!"
"I'm not mean…" she careered her throat. "I mean you fucking stank!" Chauncey roared as he headed upstairs. Experience whined, "I hate him."
"You've been obsessed with Chauncey forever." said Shiloh sitting next to her twin sister. "Because eI want a black boyfriend! Valentina gets to have one!"
"Wait, Wait--First, we ain't accessories." noted Chava. "You have a fetish."
"No--"
"It's called negrophilia." added Curtis. "when we finna eat?"
"I don't have a fetish. Black guys go out with ugly girls all the time."
"I mean…" Curtis was in his thoughts. "Yeah… me personally I have standards."
"I want to be a hoe!" Experience exclaimed. "Shiloh's a hoe."
"I don't get paid so me and Chava sell sex tapes."
"It's fun!" Experience moved Saint John from her lap. "I want to be a hoe! I want a pimp's hoe."
"You retarded ain't you?" voiced Saint John.
"Hoes get beat," chimed Dareion. "W-what is is wrong with you?"
"It looks fun. I was watching a movie and this guy was fucking a girl in the back of a car and then somebody shot him."
Every black eye, face, and body faced Experience. They all came to a sure-fire conclusion, that she was retarded. "You want to be… a ride or die?"
"Is that what it is?" she looked at Shiloh. "Whatever, I wanna hang with the gang."
"If your father is Growden then you must know, he basically killed a fucking church of black people." stated Saint John. "The nigga is a slave owner. HE got Chinese people, Arabs, Mexicans--"
"Oh yeah, my father is totally racist."
"So you know?" Saint John furrowed. "Where is he?"
"Technically dead."
"What!"
"My dad died when he was sixty two. There was a dog with rabies and he had a reaction to it. However my step mom is black… I think." she mused. "Valentina and her were close. I think they conspired something. We own this plantation, West Eden."
"West Eden Plantation grows cotton and corn." explained Chava. "And we have potatoes. Daddy bought yams but didn't get to plant them. I got kicked out the house so…"
"Darlene…" Saint John breathed. "Did you go to church."
"I'm atheist."
"No you aren't." the two sisters said. "I am!"
"You a fetish for black people. Sounds like worship to me." Shiloh looked Experience up and down. "Why not an Arab or Asian?"
"Well actually I fucked this Indian guy at school, Attaullah."
"Ok, that's more Arabic but ok." Curtis looked at the drunk. "What is Chauncey doing--fuck it I'm finna eat."
"You had sex with an Arab."
"I did. It was ok, he told me to put a bag over my head."
"You're a sex addict." Dareion contorted his lips. "Are you gay?"
"No!" she beamed, "I am curious and I'm not gay but like I like licking pussy--"
"Can she get the fuck out?" Shouted Chava.
Chauncey returned downstairs. "I just took a massive shit. My rib came out."
"What's wrong with you?" Curtis cut into the vampire. "Stop all that shit. Let me do it."
"Hurry up!"
"Nigga I am dead!" Chauncey blurted. "Does any fucking body care about me--" he jabbed his finer towards Experience, "You shut the fuck up! Does anybody care about my ass!"
"We love you Chauncey. Also, John, what about his daddy."
"That's King Chere. Growden paid his ass to work and came to church with a busted nose. He set him up, damn son ain't shit."
"You mean my brother Seign?"
"Yo daddy is a vampire."
"Huh, what's new?" Chauncey was emotionless. "Damn, don't you care about yo daddy?" said Shiloh.
"No!" he addressed. "I haven't seen them in years and I got kicked out so fuck them."
"We're soulmates…" Experience fluttered her eyes. "I got kicked--"
"You want some dick?"
"I would…" she stammered.
"Do you want dick?" He already had chlamydia. He didn't have anything to lose. "Yes."
"Alright then…" he beckoned her over. They went to the stairs. "Come on my dumb little hoe."
She didn't say it, but she squealed.
"I can't believe him." Shiloh put her hand on her hip. "I can. That nigga smell like death."