"Yes sister," Closwintha wiped her makeup from her eyes with her hands. "I don't care about you sounding sad. I told you to stay away from the Smiles, they are not Growden."
"They're literally related to us. I wanna know what happened to Valentina." she snorted snot over the phone. "You don't need to protrude in matters that don't involve you."
"SHE'S MY FUCKING COUSIN!" she screamed. "Fucking Darlene is disowned and you let her back the fuck in! I know why!" she pointed at the air. "She's a breeder!"
"Chloe, you are beside yourself--"
"Valentina was black and the family fucking secret. Darlene is pure white. Whose's fucking body is that!"
"Chloe--"
"Fuck this goddamn family! It's Slavery! That's all it's ever been! Grandpa Mahlon built a cult!"
"You are disowned." said the sister over the phone. "I don't fucking care. Is the Growden Clan from the KKK?"
"Bye Chloe--"
"ANSWER ME DEBORAH!" she suspected it and didn't understand why she put some much energy into it. She held the phone in her hands. The phone floated amongst her fingers and broke in half. "FUCK!"
Wyleisha rose from the pool. By the time she got back, it was night. Closwintha crossed her arms. She told herself that she knew what she was doing.
"What did you find?" In Wyleisha's hands was a body, two bodies. She threw them down and twitched. "I know, you need to eat."
She couldn't hold a thought of her own. But somewhere, she was trying and offend failed. "I'll feed you. I need you to go elsewhere. A alley, not the back alley in the hood. You'll be shot by a nigga looking decrepit."
Her eyes shimmered pink. Her movements were almost robotic, her soul still trying to hold on. "You are conscious. That's good. You'll kill me but not before you split."
Wyleisha growled. "Two vampires, a vampire eating another vampire; obayifo. Is a drunk." Wyleisha opened and closed her jaw. "Listen. Drunks from the department and drunks from the hood are different. But both can be a Devil Thing. Grandpa Zebedee says it's like a witch, it isn't. Devil Things try, but they cannot. The body and soul are lost, it's twisted. I know about the Chameleon. It is a Devil Thing. It came from Chauncey but isn't Chauncey."
Wyleisha shuffled her shoulders. "Listen. The Chameleon is part of Chauncey Lyons soul. He's the third born and twin to Seign. He has no body but isn't a ghost like Gata's son or a fairy."
She roared and took a wide step forward. "STOP!" Closwintha shouted. The word kept Wyleisha from moving. "I know. I don't care if they try to kill me." she shrugged it off. "Mahlon was killed by a dozen slaves. The Obayifo. At first I thought about revenge but the laws of karma wouldn't allow it so I started guessing. Congress is a grandfather to Aleigha, Aleigha is Changangy's son and Shikki grandfather making Congress a great grandpa. You get that?" they had a stare off.
She looked at the bodies. "Grace and Ballet. That's Gata's ex wife."
Wyleisha's eyes spread open wider. Why was she being told this? "Your thoughts are going. Listen. I'm trying to keep you conscious." said Closwintha. "The lie is giant. At some point, the daughter was killed because Grace, aka, Blink was in limbo for child support."
Wyleisha tilted her head and for a minute she heard her own voice say, conscious. "Unwin is the worst child in the family. He's technically cut off, so to replace a dud. My 'family' likes stealing black kids." she looked down at her feet and her eyes swelled up. "They shot Gata's daughter having a tantrum. Killed Ballet at the door. Unwin had been two faced the entire time to the point he was let into the house; therefore he knew where a lawyer stayed when case involving Shikki vs Mable came up. She was wrong and didn't meet execution like she was supposed to."
"no⅄"
"Yes, me. I'm going to make you a witch because dog duty is slavery and more on why my family hates me is because my mother, my real mother. Is a black panther."
"ɹǝɥʇoW-W…" Wyleisha slobbed as she tried to speak. "My mother is Shikkia… Shikki."
Wyleisha eyes narrowed her eyes. "I'm the daughter of vampiric civil rights leader. My mother got shot while giving a mass public prayer to exit."
The word went away. Wyleisha stepped forward, her head lifted with Closwintha's voice. "My mother is dead because some bullshit white man is obsessed with her but…" she look off to the side. "That's what I thought. I have to make you a witch. You have to be conscious."
Wyleisha looked down and struggled to move her lips, "ʅᴉɹⱯ…"
"He's my half brother actually…" she pouted. "The boy is cut off. Mama doesn't want to deal with ignant children. She was married and disvorced his father."
"Why…" she was shocked that she almost made sense to herself. "He's a dumb ass." she replied. "Back to the issue. Your soul needs to be black…"
She was already black.
"After your soul is black, imma need you to fight through hell. Then you split, let the devil go and find yourself again." she explained and Wyleisha complained. "I could have used a ritual but like I said, I'm playing cards."
Wyleisha looked at the bodies. "Them? I have to give them to Gata. We have to attend school. I can't go through the hood."