After dinner, Ms. Simpson directed us all to our rooms. This is fucked up, if I didn't say it. Let me say it again. THIS IS FUCKED UP. I'm at fucking day care for vampires that just came out a bathtub. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN THAT HOUSE?
One group goes upstairs, at some point I denied that shit ever existing. And I'm guided along with Dexter and Glean. "So, what the beds look like?"
"You been to prison?" says Dexter.
"No…"
"Aw shit…"
"He is lying!" blurts Glean. "Well they ain't luxurious." Dexter huffs. "We sleep in hammocks!"
"Quite down in line!" orders Ms. Simpson. "Dexter! Arthur, I'll make you sleep in the coffins!"
That's a warning? "Shit, I like the coffins." Gleans mocks. "I get my own room. I don't get no damn blanket. But I get my own room and I can eat snacks in bed."
"Y'all sleep by a schedule?" I mused.
"Crazy ass shit right? It's still evening." grumbled Glean. "We don't have a schedule." alleged Dexter. "You told him we sleep on prison beds!"
"Does any of that shit make sense? We might as well."
"Well, I, for one; enjoy my time here. I get sleep, I get food. I haven't washed my ass in a while but my shit smell like roses--"
"Roses don't have smell."
"either way, I'm clean!"
I smirk. Are they trying to make me laugh? "Nigga fuck you!"
Nevermind.
The room is specious. We have a tv in corner on the wall so you break ya neck looking at it. We really sleep in hammocks. Am I at a daycare?
"Alright, everyone get your jammies ready."
Jammies?
"Jammies?"
"We wear jammies." says Dexter. I got blue bunny slippers."
"Where the fuck are we?" I exclaim. "Hey! Deidre, hush, get ready to go sleep. If you act up, you have to sleep in the coffins."
"Confessional!" yells a boy. "Let me tell you right now, they take the memory of when you first get here! Dem coffins got a goddamn thing in them and whisper nightmares so you have a heart attack in yo sleep man."
"RICKY!" Ms. Simpson warns. "Fuck you white bitch! My name is Sabian!"
"Ricky go to bed!"
"Bite my veins! Oh ugly ass bitch!"
"You know what--I'm calling security. You can't be part of service, and your off choir. JA-MON!" she exits the room. "GET THE BOLT CUTTERS!"
What?
"My body is body. I ain't giving this shit up!"
"Nigga sit down…" voices an old head vamp. He's gray with malnourishment. "Now you finna get your teeth snatched."
"Shut old nigga. You can rest with that shit if you want to!" He's brave. But really stupid. "I'm finna give up my body! My name is Sabian Christ! You here me old nigga!"
"Jesus is dead…" says the old man. He puts his feet in the hammock. "Ain't no prayers heard in this house…"
"Somebody finna hear me!" Sabian yells in the room. "I'm tired of this shit. Malcolm gone! Kelly dead! Yo motherfuckin' grandbaby! What about Emerald! Huh, King!"
The old man kept his back turned. "You weak! You sitting up in this bitch, you ain't helping nobody!"
"Sabian just apologize when she come back." a girl in her white pajamas grabs his arm. "Just calm down."
"Get off me!"
Ms. Simpson comes into the room with a man in a loincloth. "That's 10th one today." says Glean. "Tenth!"
"I dare yo fucking ass to snatch my teeth, nigga!" His eyes start shinning. "FIRE!"
"Dismiss…" the warrior flickers the word away and catches his shirt. Sabian roars, attempting to bite him. Ja-mon brings the back of his hand across Sabian's face. "Be silent." he addressed. He holds mouth open with his hand and in the other he has the bolts. Ja-mon pushes him in the hammock, Sabian is kicking. He scratches the side of Ja-mon's arm.
The hammock breaks with the weight. I look at Ms. Simpson, she shakes her head. "We'll have to order another one."
I took my eyes away from a minute. Sabian hollers at the top of his lungs. Everyone is standing observing the violence. Sabian is bawling, his body thrashing with the pain. I look at the ground at his teeth.
They took a brother's fangs out.
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I really saw that. I stood and saw all of that. I'm laying in a blue hammock and Dexter is net to me. He's sleep but Glean is awake. "They could have snipped one fang." he says aloud. "Did you see his fingers?"
"What about them?"
"Sabian had all four of his digits on the left cut. He's pretty hardheaded."
"On purpose?"
"My body is a temple and my body stays at home. You heard that? That's an march saying." he takes a breath. "I'm just saying. Before niggas broke in and made Aleigha mad as shit. It was good; I didn't want to say it. But I kinda feel like a slave. We ain't the only ones, they fuck with King Cottonmouth, King Hitchcock, King Juman--"
"Can you shut the fuck up!" Dexter swings his legs out of bed. "It happened! It always happening! We cannot keep letting one make us all silent!"
"Dexter! Fuck you!" berates a vamp.
"You are so heartless! Don't you understand how important your teeth are!" a girl testified. "You need to eat!"
"I eat with my back teeth!" Dexter remarked. "Nigga that means you got teeth in the back. That's Deprivation!"
Soon everyone in the sleeping area is awake. "It is night!" yells somebody. "I am a vampire with a bad back and y'all niggas ain't shit!"
"Tommy shut up!
"I'm not Tommy!"
Dexter blinked. He starts breathing rapid. "Dex, nigga go to bed."
"I want out."
"Dexter, look--" Glean gets out of the hammock. "We as people. Not just black people cause there is a fucking big ass mexican in the far corner over there. We as people, cannot fight forever."
"Why the hell you tell me that?"
"I'm about to tell you--"
"I wanna run away." says a female. "Who else wants to run?"
"Shit, I think about it everyday." speaks another. "Y'all ever wonder what it feels like to get your soul taken?"
"It probably hurt." says the girl that was next to Sabian.
Dexter looks off towards the door around the corner. He rushes back to bed. "what's wrong?"
"Shut up, put the covers over your face."
Glean hisses, "Watchers!" he pulls the covers over his head. Dexter has it too. I cover up and close my eyes. What am I preparing for? All I have to do is shout…
I hear feet slap the tiles. I can hear horse breathing to. I can't see anything. I continue to hear feet. What is happening? They're slow, I want to look. I push the covers off.
There's someone in the room. That boy from the table. He's standing next to Glean's hammock, snapping his jaws at the blanket. He eyes me, those big black eyes get bigger. We're just looking at each other.
He zooms to me, I cover up with the blanket, he snatches from me and pins my neck down. "Get off me!"I hold his forehead back, keeping him away. I lick my fangs and bite his throat. I'll be black blooded like my brother if I keep that up. "SIT DOWN!" I spit him up. The boy holds his neck. He looks at me with black tear stains.
That's nasty…
He's opening and closing his mouth. I kick him in the face, he doesn't care. "I'm…" his neck twitches. "Conscious…"
"So!"
He goes for my leg, I hop back. Dexter jumps up and screams, "COLLAR!" a collar made from the word, wraps around the young vampire and shocks him. He screams, I bump into Glean as back from my hammock.
"I wish we had some fucking sunlight. Let that nigga bake!" Dexter ragged. "This shit is fucking scary!"
"Nah! For real--This is a hungry ass vampire. HE want blood! Any kind of blood. It don't make sense!" barked Glean. "I mean Aleigha's a cannibal!"
"The king is dead!" fumes Dexter. "What the fuck you bringing him up for? Like the nigga finna move in!"
"I'm a baby!"
"You a bitch!"
"Enough!" I break up the argument. "I just fuckinf got here and y'all sound like these niggas act crazy on the daily."
"They do!" yells Glean. "Bitches will go on a hunger strike just because. I'm tired of being here!" he grabs his head and looks at all the occupied beds, "IHATE EVERYBODY IN HERE. ESPECIALLY YOU, DORA!"
"Fuck you nigga…" says a little Spanish accent. "Glean calm down!" I advise. HE jumps in one place, "I do not want my shit sucked!"
"But it feel good…" states a nigga laying down. "I like it."
"SHUT UP TRAVIS!"
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The next morning, we were all tired because another watcher came in the room and he just screamed… constantly. Without breaks I was baffled the entire time. We had breakfast.
We sat down for breakfast. Rank looked like he slept well. I hate him. The servers came out, with their faces covered. One sat my plate down and wobbled for a while. "Um…"
Rank uncovered his plate. He had eggs, chitins, and black eyed peas. Are you serious? The server collaspes on my plate and I see his face. My heart skips and my blood pressure just tanked. I shouldn't be surprised. "Another one down."
"It's fucking Sabian!"
"Chill…" says Glean. "It's most of them."
"Ms. Simpson!" asks a vamp. "Can we go outside?"
"Shut up!" she chastises. "It's too hot and today we're having a sell out. So somebody gets to have a body."
"I don't wanna see that…" mumbles Dexter. Sabian's skin is dead. He's so pale, his mouth is void of fangs and his tongue gone. "What--Wha--"
"You can't be somebodies new body if you act up. So that," Dexter gestures with his fork. "That's a husk. It's a body, that could, can, be a zombie."
"Yep, that's how it works." Glean sits nonchalant.
"A zombie is mindless, they don't have will or anything. Magic makes them move." adds Rank.
"You're telling me, vamps lose they soul for good?"
"That's the grand theory. Ain't no such thing as immorality. So," Glean eats his black eyed pea with eggs. "Can you die twice?"
"Then what?" Rank looks at me.
Dexter's scrapes his plate, "I hate it here…"
"Why!" I shout. "Why ain't no such thing as living longer!"
"Boy, you young." Rank dismisses me. "You have to fight to stay here. Vamps that walk in the sun lucky as hell to touch it again. But you can't stay outside forever!"
"I used to try and crack myself. I thought it was like cool, cause my daddy had a big crack across his face staying in the sun too much." says Glean.
"What happened to him?" If this shit ain't positive, I'm running away! "To my daddy?" he scoops some chitilins with his fork. "I never knew the sun could break you."
"How about it Magna. Can you die twice? If so what do you lose first?"
I'll lose my dick before I die…
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We had breakfast then we watched TV.
"Miss mary mack, mack, mack
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
And stretch marks all over her back, back, back
She asked her shadow, shadow, shadow
Why she had a hunchback
And her shadow said, 'I need a good snack, it'll make up for what I lack'
"I'm so fucking done." I have my chin in my hands and my elbows in my knees. "What are they watching?"
"Abner and Friends." says Rank. "If the Golden Calf that God never loved had a tv show. That would be it."
"The fuck is wrong with the calf?"
"Well he isn't hear today…" said Dexter.
"What?"
"Who's the calf this time?" Dexter asked. Rank shrugged. Glean scratches his ankles, "Annie?" he guesses.
"Billy Thorn…" says one of the watchers looking at the tv. "My teeth hurt."
"Ok…" I looked back. Rank grabs my head and turns it. "Don't look. They crazy."