I have to go in this house and fuck with these people's brains. I might have to fuck Aril for a favor… again. I don't want to.
I can't believe the Growdens plan these things. There is a whole half family they cut off for being black but that's one of the fore-mothers of the family.
I found out some secrets in this bitch. Like the Growdens back in 1991 had a breeding ring. They like the thought of slavery, control is a fetish for this white family.
I read in one of the plant that Unpatar Growden was Indian. But he was so dark that they called him Black Man. Like several black people were adopted or kidnapped into the Growdens. He committed suicide.
They wanted the ultimate negro. Despite being extraordinarily racist. They said the black people were more powerful. So, in a way, they wanted to breed these black people like puppies… to act as guards.
It's like the term, 'I'm not racist, my cousin is black'.
The Growdens treat black people like scared items to power. When people found out about Aleigha secret vampirism. They thought they could use him for their lineage. Start a vampire clan.
I didn't know gigantism like true… giants. Was link with ancestry. Like somewhere up in the black countries, Africa, Middle East, Indian, and Asia. There is more giantism without a tumour affecting the body.
They tried to breed Unpatar with a Chinese woman, then took her baby immediately after they were born and at 16. Yi Growden gave birth to Kamau Growden and they kept it going.
It shocked me to find out the line died off because one of the children Ashina was porn paralyzed and had Bell's palsy.
It didn't make any sense to me. I found a hidden record that requested for Aleigha to go to a sperm donor. Obviously that didn't work. Because fucking sperm banks don't just call your house asking for your dick!
They want the ancestry but the question stands as to why and what could they possibly do with it?
It seems pointless… like killing my fucking dad.
Where am I going again? Oh right, I have to talk to Zebedee.
I have go up like four floors of madness, take the secret hallway that leads to the next floor because this bitch wanted a fucking vampire house so technically I'm in the GHETTO!
Shit…
Pass the tag and now I'm in the Neighborhood. Even it has a cover up. Quid Est, not east, Quid Est. In terms of the Ghetto I have no idea where the original apartment is. I get to the secret hall and continue straight down the red wallpaper and tacky blue and gold carpet.
There is a large painting in middle of the hall of Mahlon Growden with a black woman without her top hugging his legs. She look forelorn, just gawking at the person to walk by.
I don't like it.
I get to the velvet doors and I hear moans from the otherside. I knock. "Who in--fuck, come in."
I open the door and make my head visible. "Zebedee, I came to speak on the former wolf?"
"The black girl with sand in her ass."
"Yes sir."
"Did you get anything out of her about ring?" he asked.
"No…"
He sat down in deep black leather chair with Yawa's coat hanging off it. He swirls in the chair and I hear a zipper. A woman comes up from the floor. "Marama?" She's a maid at the plant. "Hey girl," she wipes the corners of her mouth. Zebedee hands her a bill. "Next time burn me."
"Freak…" she waltzes out the door pass me. "Marama?" I call. She ignores me. "Did you find anything else out?"
"She's drunk but won't confess anything."
"Window grease." he glowers. I sigh, "Yes." Percious.
"Do not fail me. Not even the medallion?" he cocks his head. "No…" if I'm lying I hope it saves me. "She doesn't remember."
"Get Aril to do it." he says.
"I don't know what he could possibly do."
"More then a nigga like you…"
I bite my lip. "Yes sir…"
"why don't you go, fix the kitchen?" he waves at me. "Also send one of the bitches. My nuts is itchy."
"Yes sir…" He's disgusting.
I leave the room and didn't think anything of it.
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The next day, I'm supposed to get information on Hadi. But I can't find Aril. I know he knows. I'm a vampire--I'm a witch… I traded my fangs in. I can't believe I'm that stupid to think, just because it worked on me. I knew what I was doing.
She's becoming an imp. She's deadlock. If I could get her out of it, I'd have to kill her.
It's just a regular day for me. I'm told by the head maid I have to take a group of vampires to the car shop. I couldn't believe it when I heard. "You want me to take them were?"
I'm full of questions. "Take them to Robinson's Wheelbarrow." says Lauren. "Zebedee needs new cars bulit."
"Like for hauling?"
"Mind yo business." Lauren French is the head maid. I hate her. She older with red shaggy hair down to her ass. Her face is skinny, dry, with deep pockmarks. She reminds me of old women who can't stand skateboards. I can just hear her, 'I don't want skateboards on my sidewalk. They should be in the streets!"
She puts on her teacher glasses. You know the ones with the string? Her glasses are different. The cord on the glasses is a long cord to her going down to the back of her knees.
These are actually antennas. Some witches have an animal quality or insect aspect. It talks about the shape of your soul.
Some of the maids are former witches or completely. I don't know everything.
"Donald already has the cars set up at the shop. All the vamp-niggers have to do is chop and fix."
"But what do I tell them?" I'm not the only one that says this. Marama does it. Is she converting? "You tell them to work. But luckily that isn't until tomorrow. Today you work in the kitchen. One of the normie fucking ate two people and I think the wolf killed somebody." She heaves, "We need a new cook."
I go to the kitchen without question. I still don't see Aril anywhere and I'm in the dinning hall. I stand near the far left wall watching the vamps eat.
The reason we do this is like police in jail really. I don't like it. Today we had Tofu sandwiches with beetroot, potato soup and spinach.
Wyleisha--Mokiri should be happy to miss out on this. Last week, she missed beef tacos, broccoli and sweetcorn pancakes.
With ranch.
They're starving them slowly. We have to weed them out. I finally understand why to. The survivers get sold off. The old soul leaves and the family takes over.
I heard they brought back Uncle Decebalus. This whole klan of white people with their forced mixture is nasty.
LORD.
Where is Aril?
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"Ok, people it's that time of year when we all finally get a bath!" Maid Goele Hogs states to the hall. Everyone claps but it barely makes a sound. "This means we get to use the springs! So following Arend Dunn by the door with my good friend, Eremburga. We call her Miss Bernice. They will be taking you to the springs on the plantation. You will have new underwear, or draws. We have full pajamas and pjs with the feet." directs Goele. "At this time, we can fit a good fifty something people. Niggas. Or whatever you choose--"
"I'M A VAMPIRE!"
"That's good. So the first fifty people on this side." she directs with her left arm. "Go wash your ass."
The first fifty stand and leave. "Do y'all have washcloths?" asks a woman. "We have towels and washcloths; as well as loofahs."
"Who the fuck out here not clean?" yells a gentleman. LORD.
"Sir, please don't embarrass people. This is a family."
"NO!"
One of the guards walks up to Goele. I hear them murmur and dig in my pocket to pinch the charm.
"Is that Riguel?"
"Yes." she breaths.
"I think it's time to put him down."
"No. Just wait for the last supper."
I don't wanna be here for that.