Amalaric Studies
Audiology
1. HEAR
Did you know vampires make noise? Contrary to popular belief vampires make a lot of sound. From magic bodily function.
Curtis Fry was a vampire living in a rare black only neighborhood. He discovered that vampire shadow make a lot of noise. To the younger generation this sounds foolish.
The act of hearing noise from the shadow are 'dead steps'. This is equal to finding ghost on radio frequencies.
Curtis Fry laid down a microphone to catch random supernatural in his house. He found that when his shadow passed the microphone, the speakers would slightly crackle.
A vampire's shadow produced a frequency of three hertz. The shadow is a reflection of the soul which is actually much louder.
To understand how loud a shadow is versus the soul itself. Sabiha Robertson aided Curtis in trying to understand the level of sound. The shadow is on the ground and to a human, it is completely silent.
In a 2008 study conducted by Robyn Donnelly. He told that the shadow had a link to the realm which gave us the ability to use our hidden senses. The human mind is aware of five senses but the realm touches hidden ones.
1. The ability to see fog
2. The ability to touch fog
3. The ability to feel death
The shadow is able to reach these senses. The strongest sense is the ability to feel death, which theorized by Curtis Fry, comes from the shadow laying down.
The angle of a shadow matters based on light. True. Vampire shadows aren't constantly still like a regular human shadow. False. Prevan Hodges was a vampire whose shadow walked in front of him. Some vampires have a still shadow from shock after death.
This is seen in Hiroshima Shadows where the nuclear bomb dropped.
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Good news, I have a heart. Bad news, half my guts are missing. Worst news, I am alive to tell somebody I died but didn't. I'll just get on the phone one day with Cooly and be like bitch! I died getting' my guts removed by a vampire in rags.
And she'll be all like, bitch that sounds dangerous. Make sure you wear a condom.
Best advice.
This is the moment a nigga would toss and turn and yell for help. Bitch, who? The damn paintings and goddamn ghost of the castle. I hate moments in movies where the bitch is tied up and she start crying like what the fuck are you doing?
I can't die. I can't feel. I can't fucking eat. I am confused! This is nasty. A mummified ass nigga put his hands inside my belly. I AM ALIVE TO SEE EVERYTHING.
I LET THAT VAMPIRIC BITCH FUCK ME!
LORD HAVE MERCY I HATE MY LIFE.
I'm not crying over this. I DON'T HAVE HANDS TO WIPE MY FUCKING TEARS. WHAT THE FUCK.
The door cracks open, I lay flat prepared to die. Wait. It's fucking CALVERT. "You ready?"
"You wanna rape me?"
"No…" he steps in the room. "My daddy raised me better."
"what do you want!"
"I don't know. Do you remember? I guess it's better to say I can't do anything until you remember."
"Good…"
"It is… so, what's your favorite color?"
I don't know. "White…"
He snorts, "Are you serious?"
"White is the lack of color so you can add more color to make a color."
"White takes out color. It's a shade."
"But a shade is a color. In fact, you can't have a shade of a color without fucking color." I reply. "Ok…" he lifts a brow. "But that's not important. You know what I want to hear."
"If you add white to black it took out black to make gray. Wouldn't it be right to say hue? And the basic colors in color theory are RBG?"
"RBG is on the computer." I'm going to keep talking to get out of being fucked up. Next he'll telling me, he's going to cut off my leg. "I'm just saying, like white is lack of color so all the colors at one point had to lose they color."
"My sister hates green. But she love black. She would agree."
"Really?"
"Ummhmm… but this fucking conversation isn't going anywhere."
"Well, shit, we talking about rainbows…"
"Rainbows don't have white or black in them." Coochie rolls his eyes. "So where did color come from--"
"Oh my god!"
"Listen, like black people came form--"
"The fucking sun! Everybody knows the myth!"
"What myth?"
"The first black people came from the sun. The first hellfire?" he states. "I…" I'm dumbfounded. "I never heard about that."
"The hellfire created black people, that's why it's so hot in Africa. They call it hellfire but one of the sun's flares hit a piece of land."
"I think you lying cause that's like calling niggas burnt--" his palm hits my cheek, "Shut up!" he rubs his hands. "Goddamn, do you know Lucant?"
Fuck.
"I dare yo skinny ass to lie to me."
"Ok, let's say I do--" Coochie's fingers wrap my throat. He presses my Adam's apple and shakes me. "Enough bullshit!" he takes a bite out my neck. Who gives a fuck I don't even have a period, a stomach, but I got time. Because I'm here. "I don't know!"
"Lies!" something sparks in my head. "You know Lucant. You know, how I know?" HE digs through his pockets and flashes a photo in front of my eyes. "You see them shadows on the security camera?"
"What--" he grabs my hair and lifts me. "This is a photo off a secruity camera. Vampire shadows! Look at the little one with the bun!"
"I don't know just by looking at Shadows!
"Who's Lucant?" he threatens me, where is all this hostility coming from?
"Why am I hostile? Because you fucking niggas came in the house and ate my dad!" he slashes his nails across my face. "You tortured the fuck out of my father!"
I huff, "I DON'T KNOW!"
"WHY!"
I'm on jeopardy. Listen, "Coochie, you running in circles--"
"I know! Y'all put my daddy in circles, sold off my sister, started the fuck shit. Are you with Growden?" he bares his teeth at me. "Growden? The department?"
"Cedrica!"
"I--Ok…"
"Finally…"
I sigh, "My sister is Torielle. So one time, I drunk like a jar of blood. I fainted and didn't know. I remember seeing Tori get pick up and put in a truck. I thought about chasing it but something talked to me."
"You remember all that?"
"Shit comes and goes." he crosses his arms. "So, are you lying to me?"
"No... I crossed the stake's line in canada. The last thing I remember and wished I forgot was Lu… ate people." my body shudders. I squint my eyes, pressing my head against the table. "A purple stone?"
"What about it?"
"Lucant and the church wore purple. There was a purple stone in…" my head is pounding. "In the barn, in the back area. Uma…"
He eyes me. "Uma killed herself… but Lu brought her back."
"Let me ask you this. Do you know a man named Rank?"
"No… why?"
"He used to fuck with my daddy… that's Lu's daddy. I know what church you talking about, the Admissions. You know what that is, right?"
"No…"
"So, another question because y'all had the fucking nerve to do it. Where's my daddy's teeth?"
My eyes get big, "I…"
"Y'all broke in with a fake ass amulet. Where's my daddy's teeth?"
"The mummy--"
"No" he vigorously shakes his head. "Y'all took a pair of pliers and yanked out his fucking teeth. Let's cut the bullshit. That's my granddaddy!"
"Who?"
"Changany!" I don't know. "I don't either! They dropped that body off at the door!" he thrust his thumb behind him. "So now, my daddy on the bridge, my sister, my family--the goddamn generation, so what the fuck is up?"
"Coochie… I'm completely blinded--"
"You was fucking with the purple niggas." Smoke circles his hands. He puts a silver pistol to my temple. "You don't know. You don't know! I'm sick of hearing it."
"Coochie--" he jabs the gun at my lips. "Pretend it a dick! My family is up in heaven damn near--we dropping like flies, I'm fucked up!"
He's crazy. "Alexis… can I… severely]
fuck you up?" he puts his hand over his heart. "Cause like I, I hate you. So much right now."
"I didn't do any--"
"YOU BIT HIM!" he screams. "Listen, so the way shit works. You have a granddad, the granddad makes the son, who then has kids, that's the son and the daughter. If the son and the daughter have kids, then my daddy, Aleigha, is a granddad. That's family. And you have a hand is trying to cut off a generation of niggas."
I can't say a thing in my defense. "One more… my daddy is practically king of the hood."
Cool. "So, being king of the hood. You have a certain level of power, right? So… tell me what the fuck Growden would possibly want."
I don't know.
"My sister's smart. Immortality isn't really a thing so she decided one day she's gonna eat the middle of the chicken bone and back then my daddy was kinda going blind. So he eats the chicken bone, he can see. He can read. And we told everybody. So… does he want the secret formula? We don't sell hamburgers."
I wiggle in the cuffs. "Imma whoop yo spirit."
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Amalaric Studies
Audiology
1. HEAR cont.
Dead steps may be about how a vampire died. It often said that vampires want to keep living as well as remembering. Though it is odd to think a vampire, a former corpse, would want to remember their footsteps.
It is, however, a good sign. If we can hear footsteps, they aren't stuck in one place, otherwise known as lingering.