Nightclubs were vampire central. I wasn't sure why I was in one but it better than being at home. "I bet you can't take it down the throat!" One of my homegirls eggs me on while at the bar, I have three drinks, all in one shot glasses.
I pick up one and toss it down my throat. And another, and the last one. My mouth is burning. I fan my face and scream. "THERE!"
"GO ALEXIS!"
This is my I'm in therapy. I used to live with my aunt. Until she put me in therapy and I had to stay in the rehab apartments for vampires.
The club is noisy. "Why did we come again!" I shout over the music. "Nova having a birthday party!" yells Cooly. "She brought K.C. too!"
I roll my eyes. I can't stand the nigga. "I thought he was dead?" I say.
"Nah!" Cooly pulls out her phone. She shows me a picture of a nigga next to K.C.'s dark skinned ass. "That nigga next to him with his eyes glowing." she points out. "That's his brother, Musty!"
"He kinda cute!"
"He got a eight inch dick!"
I purse my lips. "Bitch that's all you care about!"
"I'm finna suck some dick tonight!" she twirls around. "What you finna do?"
I look up in thought. "You got a bag?" I shouldn't. "How much you need?"
"How much is fifty cents?"
"Shiiiid, I can give you a teaspoon."
"Tea?" That'll last me. I dig in my tight black pants and hand it over. She gives me the product, "I'm going to the back!"
"Bitch becareful!"
I move to the back of the club and go out the backdoor, passing two niggas fucking against a wall. I head out back and look for something to stop the door while out here.
I drag a pipe towards the wall and scoop it to stop the door. I sit on a box in front of it. She gave me a plastic bag with a small bottle of blood with a spoon in it.
I shouldn't but I do. I go against my own wishes like something is telling me, controlling me and that's one of the things they tell you in therapy. God don't move nobody.
I get my addiction sorted, taking the spoon out the bag and set it on the ground. I should have brought weed out here. But I only had fifty cents on me.
I take the bottle out and shake the blood up. It's not fake. I can trust Cooly. I haven't actually known her long but I met her in therapy and we both cheatin'.
The spoon is little for me to get a filling, but I just coax it and lick off the rest. I wrung my neck, feeling the jitters vampire blood gives me. I don't know where this shit comes from.
I just like it.
I dip the spoon and my eyes flutter. In description of taste, it taste like blood. Well, it has a scent of cherries and taste like metal. It has a gritty texture and sometimes hot. Really old blood, like Grails, its thick and sold like nuggets.
I know too much.
My therapist, at least for group therapy, Miss Eldad. She told us in therapy, the first step is awareness. I'm sitting next to the most itchy nigga around. He's nodding nonstop.
I'm just like, please don't bite me.
That's what happens when you start V. You rock back and forth. You get chills and the bones ache. I don't wanna be like that, so I take my time.
I've been thinking about upgrading my supply. I get teaspoons but at first I use to get tables, and before that I was drinking cups.
Like Miss Eldad said, the first step is awareness.
I no ore to lick, I could go into the club and take a drink. But honestly, I haven't learned shit.
Those three shots were Blood Vodka and here I am getting teaspoons. So that makes… three shots times 2 ounces is six ounces of blood. Plus a teaspoon, that makes…
I'm not smart.
I should quit. I know I'm doing wrong. I really told in therapy that it calls me. As if this shit got a voice I can't ignore.
I hear grumbling in the alley. A dude walks by, he's sluggish probably drunk from liquor. His clothes are torn.
"Hey, don't come back here throwing up."
He moans and groans; leaning to the side. His eyes are black and mouth open. He hits the door with his shoulder and carries on. "What's wrong with you?"
He stops and turns back to me. His hand moves up and down. "Hi…" what the fuck. I always meet weird ass niggas.
He snorts, getting closer to me. He waves his hands over my head. "What the hell… nigga move!" I shove him by his legs and get up. "You need help!" As if I'm the one to talk. "Wait… is you one of them?" his neck cracks to the side. "AH!"
"Don't follow me!" I put my hand up like he's a dog. "Don't follow me…" I walk out the alley, I'll text Cooly later. I go right, leaving the club completely.
I hear moans behind me, "I said stay!" I turn around. Do these things bite? I know they don't do shit. In terms of thought.
It follows me regardless, so my protest are useless. "Go home!" I shoo it. "Go bite somebody. Not me."
It makes noises, it's just doing what it can. "Ok," I shrug. "Come on, but I'm not stopping my pet smart. You sleep outside."
I walk on with my zombie behind me. I should name him. I'll call him Sad Legs. So sad is trying to talk to me. "What?"
He muffles his words, gasping for a life to live. It's sad, but as a zombie you can't do anything. "Don't you start asking for brains or anything because I told you, I said, stay back there. You could have bit somebody at the club." I did leave the door open.
So now I have a fucking zombie and I'm on my way home. I hope my rent don't go up. I wore black pants and boots to the club, as for my top, a simple spaghetti strap. My hair not done, I don't even have weave. I look like a vicious goth.
And I'm a light skin nigga.
"AH! AH-AH!"
"No, we can't stop at Micky Ds." I quicken my pace because I don't want a fucking zombie. "O!" he snorts aloud. "AH-OH!"
Now he wants to be a monkey.
"AAAHHHH!"
"I know but I ain't playing!" Who do I call for zombie support? Its just making noises at me. Sad Legs eventually falls over, I hear him drop behind me. "don't throw a tantrum now!"
I don't know who's child that was. Surely not mine.
I get to the street sign, I hope I make it home.
.
.
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A teaspoon of blood cost like seven to ten dollars on the black market. But Cooly has low prices and everybody on Brain Society knows her. She got me into this chat room on CloudChat.
As soon as I get my apartment, I get my shoes off and walk to the backroom. I should get me a dog or a cat. Wait, I can't get a dog because what if that's a werewolf? I can't take care of no wolf. I can't afford lamb chops.
I don't even have a real job.
I should get dressed for bed but I sit my ass near the computer. Did I lock my door?
I have the desktop version of CloudChat. It opens up with this white cloud floating and emojis pouring out of it.
Welcome, SmugDraco
> You have nine messages
> [Event] The -Room: Sloppy Seconds is holding a chatter. You were mentioned.
> HonestPussy tagged you in a Room: Landon Potluck (Vamps Only)
I don't feel like fucking with a nigga named Evie. She's a white girl and she's always tagging people in pictures that don't make sense. She tagged me in a photo of a dog smiling.
I guess I'm a happy bitch.
I go into the chatroom Sloppy Seconds. The log is raising with conversation.
PussyByTheCents
>Don't put that shit on my person. Because I never said anything to you.
In4DaVideo
>Nah, I have to
>Davis, you left me a message on Sunday
PussyByTheCents
>I did not!
>I even crossed shit and made a Twitter account.
In4DaVideo
>What the fuck Twitter got to do with it?
>Who the fuck has a twitter?
>Nigga, you talk to birds all day? Every hoe on twitter love gossip and they boring.
PussyByTheCents
>Ain't you gay?
SmugDraco
>What's up wit it!
PussyByTheCents
> Ain't Malcolm gay?
In4DaVideo
>My sexuality has nothing to do with you Davis!
PussyByTheCents
>I just asked a question.
SmugDraco
>I got followed home if anybody cares about me.
In4DaVideo
>Fuck no.
PussyByTheCents
>I care.
>What's wrong Lex?
SmugDraco
>A zombie wanted my ankles
In4DaVideo
>That's a lie because zombie don't even bite
>Plus ain't you a alcoholic?
SmugDraco
>Why the fuck do you keep calling me an alcoholic?
In4DaVideo
>Because it's against my religion to say what it is
PussyByTheCents
>That's ironic
>Lex, tops my nigga
>You trying to help yo-self
In4DaVideo
>I AM PSYCHIC! PSYCHIC
SmugDraco
>Can you see my middle finger?
In4DaVideo
>I hope you die.
>I know you had three shots of blood at the club
SmugDraco
>Ain't you gay?
PussyByTheCents
>That's what I'm saying…
In4DaVideo
>Why the FUCK does it matter?
PussyByTheCents
>Keep busy and suck dick
SmugDraco
>Malcolm, you ain't forgiven
PussyByTheCents
>At all
In4DaVideo
>What I do?
>Why is it so quiet?
>Hello!
>I'm still here and y'all not saying nun to me!
>That's why I don't like talkin' to y'all
>You know what bye!
[In4DaVideo has logged out]
SmugDraco
>Good
PussyByTheCents
>Faggot ass nigga
>Guess what he sent me when I first got in this shit
SmugDraco
>What?
PussyByTheCents
>A gay group chat
>I went in there just to see
>It's niggas askin' for dick pics. I ain't gay but this boy asked me.
>He asked how big is it
>Then sent some emojis, a shrimp was two to five inches, Then he sent a eggplant that's six to eight, he sent a fist that above eight inches.
SmugDraco
>What did you do?
PussyByTheCents
>I sent a fist
SmugDraco
>Don't talk to me!!
PussyByTheCents
>So I sent the fist
>He write back, 'Let me see, so I know you real'
>I logged the fuck out!
SmugDraco
>BRUH!
PussyByTheCents
>But fuck Malcolm for real
>He didn't have to do Ricka like that.
SmugDraco
>I know :(
>I texted Ree when it happened, she said she was on the verge of suicide and Malcolm came back like he was joking the whole time
PussyByTheCents
>I hope that gay ass nigga die
SmugDraco
>Chill Davis
PussyByTheCents
>I hate gay people anyway.
SmugDraco
>Why?
PussyByTheCents
>I don't get it.
>I don't get how a nigga can moan about dick in his ass. I don't like niggas wearing tube tops and shorts trying to be girls
>It's nasty
SmugDraco
>They just being themselves
PussyByTheCents
>spare me
BlakPlaque
>Howdy niggas
SmugDraco
>Howdy nigga :D
>How's the weather
BlakPlaque
>I live in Louisiana
>Don't ask me that
SmugDraco
> :(
BlakPlaque
>Weather over here is strange
>My back yard flooded still and it keep raining. I swear it stops for like five mintues before it start raining again.
>My dumb ass dog don went to the yard and took a swim
PussyByTheCents
>That's hilarious
BlakPlaque
>Y'all went to the OverBusy Chat?
PussyByTheCents
>For sells?
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I damn near fall out of my chair at the name. I quickly tap I have to leave and shut my PC down. My head hurts.