Wikipedia: Aleigha Biblio
Aleigha Moeen Biblio (May 8th, 1956) also known as the Voodoo Man, The Walker, and Virginian Vamp was an African American gangster who killed several people that went unnoticed. He was imprisoned in 1949 and raped and killed Fredrick Griswal Bates, the Portsmouth Grizzly, who kidnapped and molested children in 1945.
Fredrick Bates committed suicide in Blackwater Penitentiary from numerous altercations with Aleigha. It was told by other inmates that Aleigha bought him a skirt and paraded him around the prison. He paid other inmates to run a train on Fredrick.
Aleigha Biblio has changed his name several times but stuck with the name Bible after torture of his daughter, Shikki Verity Biblio. Mable Hermani Harper kidnapped Shikki back in 2000. The torment involve child prostitution, battery, mutilation, and conspiracy through manipulation. Mable Harper murdered twelve people and attempted to kill Shikki Biblioand her mother Olisha Summer Biblio.
When questioned about her actions in 2004, known as the Stigma Day. Mable Harper miraculously came back from dead to tell her story on Virginian News. She walked into the studio on May 15 and appeared on TV.
"I'll do it again." And moved out of sight. It was assumed by police and people of Virginia that Aleigha himself revived Mable using voodoo which he admitted using.
Aleigha Biblio is also an American rapper coming from Orange Beach, Alabama. Aleigha's debut album from his own company, Dope Records. Sugar Teeth featuring rapper Vincent Flynn Parsons better know Vini, Vinny.
Aleigha's oldest child is Theo Zephaniah Biblio. He went under the rap name Coochie Man, Coochie Maun, and Pussy King. Coochie Man was sentenced to 40 years in Greyrock Prison and moved to Last Rites Max Security Prison. Coochie Man was about twenty two years old when he went missing from the prison. In 2006, Aleigha Biblio raided the prison killing over 300 security personal. The jail was refurbished into The Gangsta's Ball or The Banquet.
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"Damn, this nigga got a whole book on Wikipedia." muttered Rhad Madaki in the library. "He lives in the house of Angels. So, what's that? Like his church?"
"Nigga I don't know…"
"But you a vampire." his friend and pain in the ass Dewy pointed. Putting his Cheeto fingers all over the damn screen so he couldn't read. He dug his bag of chips and spoke with his mouth open. "Why ain't you a king, my nigga?"
"I don't go to church. I'm half asian and my family dead."
Dewy licked his fingers before diving in the bag again. "I don't think you Asian. You look like a black ass raisin."
"Just because I'm dark skin don't mean nun." said Rhad.
"I think it do." he balled up the bag and threw it in the trashcan he dragged beside him. "You probably black as shit because the sun hit yo ass in the wrong place."
"Vamps crack in the sun." he sneered. "Dewy shut the fuck up."
Dewy Kergass, actually Jefferson, unzipped his bag and pulled out a plastic bottle full of jolly ranchers. "Why are you eating the shit you sell!"
"I know, y'all vamps is anemic so why you not digging in."
"The real question is why don't I bit yo crusty lip ass."
"You can't bite me." he stared at him. "You can't bite me, I got high blood pressure."
"That's a good thing."
"No it ain't, cause if I got high blood pressure, you'll get high blood pressure."
"High pressure is not a disease."
"Well… do you want hepatitis?" he beat the jolly ranchers out of the bottle. "I hate you…" Rhad faced the computer screen. "That's what I'm saying. Ride, I wish you would stop this vampire shit. You actin' like one of them white kids. The ones that be sayin' karma all the damn time."
A phone rang in the library. "It's me." Dewy dug through his pants that slipped off his ass and answered his phone. "What it do?" Rhad cut his eyes towards him. "You want a pack of Hersey bars and a jar of blood?" Dewy made a face and shook his head. "I ain't that kind of dealer man."
"Are you serious?"
"I don't know anybody that sell vampire accessories. Try, what's that store, Hot Topic or some shit."
"Hot Topic sells clothes…" Rhad mumbled. "Well he can go buy a fucking shirt. I don't believe in vampire."
"You a bitch ass nigga Jefferson!" the man berated over the phone. "Don't get violent nigga! You take yo ass to the state fair with that mindset and buy a fucking costume!"
Rhad snickered. "Asking me if I got vampire blood for sell." he hung up the phone. "See, that's what I noticed in these streets. Nigga is crazy. It don't make sense. People drinking real blood to be vampires. You ever heard some shit like that Ride?"
"Me…" he grinned. "See, you crazy. I hope you not actually doing it. You know a nigga named Brooke Matthews?"
"No. Sounds like white meat."
"It's not a white boy its an actual nigga." he unwrapped a jolly rancher and threw it into his mouth. He went inside his backpack and grabbed two oatmeal cookies.
"You want one?"
"Nah…"
"You sure?" he held up a box of oatmeal cookies with the icing on them. "I bough these for like 4.37 at the store. They good too."
"Nah man." he wanted to ask him about magic but feared the answer. Dewy unpacked the box of iced oatmeal cookies and got four cookies out the pack and laid them on the table. "Do you wanna be a vampire?" asked Rhad. "No!" protested Dewy. "I've seen some crazy shit in the VA. I don't dare touch it!" he exasperated. "A vampire is that white nigga off twilight. I only like the big fucking dogs in it. I wish I had a poodle like that."
"I can find one for you through a breeder."
Dewy twisted round, "Fo real?"
"Yeah." smiled Rhad. "You need to take them fake ass teeth out ya mouth. You gon' get gingivitis."
"How's 300?"
"Dollars? For a giant smack poodle?"
"Yeah, his name Dorian."
"How much he weigh?"
"Uh…"
"Cause them bitches look a good five hundred pounds. I want a big dog but I live in a small apartment and landlord let everything in but a fucking dog over a hundred pounds!"
"Reasonable." said Rhad. "So you need a house to?"
"Yeah… it's hard man like I gotta fetch supplies and shit. I feel embarrassed going to the store for toilet paper."
"I get you a house to. My daddy a real estate agent. HE sell houses."
"See man you not listening to--" Rhad put his hand on his chest. "I am. Listen, I'll get you a house with five bedrooms, a pool, garden, with a stripper pole."
"My girl been saying some hoe ass shit. She probably wanna be one…" he mused over it. "How much?"
"Nigga I can get it for free."
"FREE?" Dewy pursed his lips. "You a lie."
"Come on man, fuck with me. A free house, dog, bitches, money. I can set you up, just help me break into it first."
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Coochie dragged me to another part of the house. I say dragged but I went a pleasant walk to another room where he said he would give me a whoopin'.
How do I escape?
This is an apartment. It even has room numbers above the door. "Who stays here?"
"Me, spirits, and dinner." Coochie tells. He stops and looks back at me. "You don't know Rank?"
"No…"
"His son is Lucant. So, what happened to yo sister?"
"That man put her in--"
"What man?"
"I don't know, like her daddy or grandpa or something. He was tall like he could touch the ceiling." I told.
His gaze lowers and stops at me. "You know Lucant?"
"I was in the church," I lament. "I… sat with people. That were the Purple--"
"Cardinal?" he finishes. I nod, "I didn't know…"
"I still fucking hate you."
"Why?"
"You fucking stupid. Calvin, Calvert, I got the damn dog still." I blink. "I was wondering what happened. I didn't care if y'all died or not. So what they gave you a new body?"
"I--This body is mine."
"Another question. You remember, Sweet and Lose?"
"Who?"
He lifts a brow, "Toy?"
"I--"
"What the fuck…" he averts his gazes from me. "Don't say you confused…" I grunt with my eyes narrow. "What if I do?" he steps towards me. "You just let a mummy attack me--"
"I didn't let shit happen!" he retorts. "Granddaddy like chitlins!"
"Y'all sick! You talkin about torturing my ass--" I stomp, "You fucked me, said I love you, you a fuckin' pedophile!"
He rolls his eyes. "And. Plus you 18 now."
"And! AND!" I cannot contain my anger. My teeth come out, my voice is harsh. "YOU A IGNANT ASS NIGGA. YOU FUCKING GOT ME WAY OUT HERE IN THIS BITCH--"
"Yeah…" he plucks his nails. "I don't really care about you being angry. You still in it!"
"NO THE FUCK I'M NOT!"
"The Purple Cardinals is still going." he puts one had in his pockets. The new nigga is Adrian Joseph." he scratches his nose. "Shuja's dead."
"AND!" I bark. "I really hate your voice."
"SAY YOU FUCKED UP!"
"No…" he ogles me. "I didn't cause you still bit him."
"YOU MAD CAUSE I ATE A NIGGA!"
"WHIPLASH!" the word turns in a string and wraps my arms. "What the--"
"Come on little ass hoe."
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"AND IMMA TELL YO STUPID FUCKING ASS ANOTHER GODDAMN THING. YO DADDY FUCKING GAY AS SHIT--DON'T NO NIGGA GET HAPPY DIGGIN' IN ANOTHER BITCHES PRIVATE PARTS. YOU A FAGGOT ASS BITCH JUST LIKE HIM. CAUSE YOU CAN'T FUCK FOR SHIT!"
Coochie stands next to the wall with his eyes closed. "My daddy not gay."
"YES HE IS!"
"Why are you yelling?" he asks calmly. I feel my throat get hot, as I bellow the words stick to the wall. Melting to the floor. "YOU KIDNAPPED ME YOU ROCK HEADED ASS NIGGA YOU LOOK LIKE THE FUCKING RUSHMORE YOU SQUAREHEADED ASS BITCH!"
"We still yelling…" he sighs.
"GOT MY MOTHEFUCKIN ASS TIED UP SO YOU CAN SNATCH MY MOTERFUCKIN' BODY, YOU A SORRY ASS NIGGA. I;M SO HAPPY I ATE YO GODDAMN MUD COLORED FATHER--"
"Silence!" the word stamps on my lips. "Damn!"
I hate him. I try to breathe and fire barely makes it out my mouth. "You been with them niggas in that goddamn barn. Was you on TV?"
My head straightens. "You was?"
I lower my gaze. "You remember more than you let on. Why?"
I muffle out a sentence, "It's not me…"
"Then who?" he looks me up and down. "So this ain't yo body. How old is you?"
I shrug.
"You curious. Is the realm talking to you?"
I'm in a solid white room. There's a platform and a shackles on the wall. "Mums the word…"