It's about time I go to the doctor. I have no idea how it helps, they put me on meds and call it cure. Antisunnanol and Denrium. At first I thought Antisunnanol was for skin but it's like Forlivi.
I can't get that anymore. I hate my aunt.
Luckily under the hospital I get to be carried by car because I'm poor. I have insurance, with the Black Out Plan I get 40% off my therapy sessions and late payment forgiveness.
I'm in debt!
I wait for the car to come pick me up. Today I'm wearing a green top and some white shorts. I'm six feet fucking two. I don't care for height but it's cool. I just slipped on any pair of shoes with my lucky hello kitty socks.
When the car honks I go out. Making sure to lock up my house. I don't know magic, I'm a vampire but my concept of tradition might as well be having the education of how an ant hill works.
I don't even know how ants make a hill.
Getting in the car and avoiding conversation with my driver. I hope to make it, during the ride I'm mostly looking out the window.
It's so many motels down this way. Some food joints but hauls. There I go again thinking about vampire blood. I can't understand why I love it. It has a slight taste of cherries which is off putting to some like Malcolm. He said it taste like a period and everybody in chat said, how would his gay know?
I understand how, some periods I guess smell like cherries. I don't have mine so I guess that means I'm going through menopause. I should ask about that.
I started keeping period pads in case I got a puppy or something like you could use it like a puppy pad.
Looking outside the window, I see a vampire tussling in the streets. We stop at our third stop light. This light skin vampire is yelling at this smaller vamp and I'm encouraging him mentally to bite him. I hope he does, like what if he bleeds all over the concrete?
The bigger vamp swipes his nails at the smaller on. Cars are honking their horns. The smaller vamp disappears and rounds the big vamp from the side punching and stabbing him with a small knife.
"Come on nigga, don't let that little ass vampire get you!"
"Right?" says my driver.
The bigger vamp holds his sides and roars at the smaller. I can hear a little bit and the smaller is big headed. "What now nigga, looking a giant ass piece of shit! What you wanna do bite me?"
Bite him. Rip his jaw off.
The big vamp lunges at him, pinning him to the street. His claws rack his face and torso. "I can't see everything!" I unlock the car door but my driver is already outside with the camera.
"OH SHIT!" I hear my driver. I hear a scream from the fight and the big vamo's head is in the man's neck. "OOO HE BIT HIM!"
More graphic events happen, the big vamp's lips move and picks up the vamp's head, separate from his body. He chucks it across the street yelling, 'GODDAMN!'
I have a medical appointment. My driver gets back in the car. I look to other side of the window at other cars passing us. "I wonder what happened."
"SAME!" he's so excited. I didn't bother looking at this nigga but he's brown with bags under his eyes and a snub nose. "I love driving. Cause it's like, you never know!"
"Right?"
"I got a whole YouTube Channel and WorldStar about vamps in the street."
Don't do it.
"Can you subscribe to The Bloody Ghetto?"
"uh…"
"I got music on there to, I used to try to rap because I thought that was all you needed. But," he clicks his tongue. "You gotta join the church or go to school.Can you believe that?"
"I need to go to the hospital…" What happened to no talking?
"I got my blood pressure up! Goddamn these niggas in the street!" he pulls off slowly. "Hey, you real pretty." he notes through the rear view mirror.
"You a vampire? Cause like, I be scared to do it but like can you give me an interview?"
"Drive the damn car so I can go to this appointment!" my eyes are hot. "Don't let me get passionate."
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Finally making to the hospital, people come and go or sit in front of the building.
I hate here.
How do you have the homeless around a hospital. There is literally four vamps with tore shoes or no shoes sitting beside the building in the shade.
The hospital has that cold shit blowing and as a vampire that's terrible. I don't have blood but you need cold air and for me to appear.
I approach the desk in front of the doors. I have to wait in a line of three people. When it's my turn I put my card on the desk, "Alexis B. Kelly."
She takes my card and starts typing on the computer. "Alexis Kelly aka Cedrica Mccoy?"
My eyes flutter, "What?"
"Your profile was updated by your aunt. Your former name." she looks at me. "Cedrica Mccoy."
"I don't…" Can I argue? "You said my aunt updated my file or something?" My eyes are heated, I feel my blood pressure rise. "Yes I did. She demanded it."
I understand this woman is doing her job but EXCUSE ME!
"She put here that you'll be taking new meds this year."
"What does that mean?"
"You have three new medications and your therapy sessions have been book for total of required twelve months."
"I…" I can hear her but… "Can you further explain exactly what my aunt, who never talks to me and basically put me in a fucking nursing home, did?"
"Next year, you take nothing but therapy. If are getting blood packs delivered, that is now cut."
"Oh…" my ass itches.
"Your medications are the last medications you can take and you will be empty next year."
"This is what she said?" I stammer. "She told you this?"
"Yes ma'am. Once therapy, next year is taken and completed, You will be on monitored medication for your vampire disorder."
"No, I'm anemic." I emphasize.
"Your aunt, Doctor Inga Cindy, rewrote you have a disorder and OCD with blood."
"Can you give me her room number?" I drum my fingers on the counter. "What do I have to do today?"
"well" she types on the keyboard. "You have an appointment with… um… you need your blood drawn, eye test will be done tomorrow. And you are getting a sun screening in three months."
"A sun screening?" ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?
"A sun screen is test to see your durability in the heat and sunlight. The test is about forty minutes to an hour and thirty minutes." she scratches her leg. "Today, you are talking about your mental health."
"I have anger." I look off to the side. "I have anxiety, I feel tired." I'm sweating.
"Do you have suicidal urges by any chance?" she asks.
Don't blame her. It's her job. But to answer her question, that was last week. "No, I do love myself."
"That's good. Before you go to your aunt, I was told you have to answer a few questions and I'm giving you this paper that was handed to me by your aunt." Don't give me shit. She lays the paper on the counter.
I take it. I don't read it.
"First question, Ms--Do you prefer Mccoy or Kelly?
"Kelly." I say with a straight face. "Ok, Ms. Kelly, first question. Have you taken blood in the last three weeks?"
"No."
"Second, have you bitten anyone in the last month or hours?"
"No."
"Have you been to do the black market?"
"No."
"Are you associating with other vampires via internet group chats, covens, churches, or other?"
"No."
"Are you dating?"
"No."
"During time in the sun, have you cracked?"
"No, I haven't seen anything." WHAT THE HELL!
"Ok, you can skip this question. It asks you about how many cracks you have and where."
"Is that it?"
"Have you eaten an animal because of your blood obsession?
"No, I stay in the apartments for rehab."
"That's going to change after next year."
"So what, I'm homeless?
"No Ms. Kelly, I'm not sure about what's happening fully. That is just what I've been told." I hear the printer, she grabs paper below the desk and staples them.
"Last question, have you been you using any vampiric magic? Be it elemental, potion, the power of word?"
"No."
"I was told by your aunt…" stop telling me that. "To give you this." She slides the paper to me.
The Bridal Club
Are you a vampire in need of a safe home? Issued by the Department of Human Resources and Creature Comforts. The Bridal Club is a group home for the unhealthy and disabled.
*No charge
*over 80 spaces
*Located on Transylvania Street, Stake Knife Community
*Gated Community
*near local park and Desire's Clinic
The second paper is about the DOHRCC policies. I should throw it away.