In the morning, we had an oatmeal tart with tarragon sauce. We had an entire tart for breakfast. One of the cook told me during breakfast that we were changing roles around for a week because maids, cooks, butlers, and teachers were disappearing.
I watched the vampires eat and ate granola. Aril is gone, I'm surprised the Smiley family hasn't said anything. Usually, we would be told about something if the plantation was broken--Wyleisha--But as long as this charm. They probably don't know it was me that broke into Grantham Courtyard.
I should really check on Wyleisha. It's been some days. I haven't heard anything about Hadi and Aril was supposed to be handling that. "Stop fucking eating."
I look up at the table in the middle row. "What fuck you mean, stop eating? Nigga, I'm hungry."
"I want yo plate." says a nigga with his hair dyed brown. "You want my plate?"
"I'm hungry."
"You got a whole ass tart. You haven't ate shit off yo plate."
"Yours look better…"
"Boy, get on somewhere with that foolishness!"
"Nigga give me your plate. I want your plate. That one." he takes the plate from the vampire with blue eyes. The blueeyed vampire grabs it back. "Let go!"
"I will eat yo ass!"
The blue eyed vampire yells, 'BACK!' and the vampire with dyed hair just barely moves. He must have a weak breath…
My eyes get big when the vampire claws the other across the face and pins him down by his neck. "Hershel!"
"Stupid ass nigga!" the brown haired vampire keeps claws at the man's face until his nails have red tips. He gets down and bites Hershel on the neck. This where we are supposed to stop it. But a butler named, Doyle puts his arm in front of me. "It's not time." I say.
"It's fine." he pushes me back. "Let it dwindle to five."
"Let him eat early?"
"It's fine, Chloe."
"Who is that?"
"Thats Zean… he used to be a pimp. He came out the hood area."
My eyes widen, "The Hood? The Hood, Hood?"
"That's right. Let them…"
I just gaze at Zean. He won't stopmanhandling Hershel. "What the fuck is wrong with y'all." A black female vampire boost out her chair to run to the rescue. "Let Hershel go!"
"Oh my god…" says Doyle. The female vampire pulls out a knife and stabs Zean in the back. "MOTHERFUCKER!" he roars. He turns quickly to catch the female by the throat and throw her across the room. He starts coughing. The female races towards him again and goes for the stomach. Again, she stabs him in the legs then at the chest. Zean howls as his skin starts to crack and light pours out. "MY SOUL!"
"BE FREE!"
"GUARDS!" Doyle commands. "Aim!"
All the butlers and maids summon weapons and the rest of the nonviolent get under the table. "SHOTTIE!" I pump the shot the gun and at aim at the female with the knife. Did she just use a stake?
I fire the shot gun and I take out her shoulder. "NOOO!" A bulllet coming from behind Zean blast and he explodes into a bright light. Doyle shoots at the female, all I see is blood splash from the back of her head.
Doyle stands straight. "Breakfast is over. Return to your rooms!"
"I'm stravin--"
Doyle launches a bullet to the ceiling. "I don't give a damn! Go to sleep!" he fires another bullet in the air.
Ater the dinning hall was clear, the body was collected. I was with Thurid picking up the girl named Yasmin-Shah, "So what's the story."
Thurid had an accent, like a thick Scottish tongue. "This one goes to the field." she told me. "By that I mean, she's getting buried."
"We have to bury her?" I've never done any of this. "We bury the dead that should be dead but isn't dead so that they can no longer be dead."
I blink. "Say that again?"
"We bury the dead but the ground has a piece of Eden which is why plantations is so fucking special. No one can truly die on a plantation."
"Really?" That's haunting. "We bury the bitch in the fields. Another soul will take it and if the Growdens like it then she might be something else."
"I have two questions."
"I don't know them." says Thurid. "Well…" I'm fucking ask anyway to be hardheaded. "What is the ground?"
"A piece of Eden!" she snaps at me. "They have a piece of Eden and they put the grass in fields."
"Wait, like a piece of grass."
"Like dracula they moved the dirt."
"Move… the dirt."
"You a stupid bitch for trade."
"What?"
We picked up Yasmin-Shah and I think we are going outside but first we take the body to the garage and get a coffin on the right side of the plantation. Inside the garage is a wagon like one made for the organ trial. We load the coffin in the wagon. "So… do we take the body?" I ask.
"Yep." she sighs. "Get yourself together. You act like you never seen the dead lay."
I haven't. "So, we'll take her to the fields. I'll come back and tell the hag that one died and they'll take it from there."
"I'm never I'm on burial. How does it work?"
"You a maid?" she gazes at me. "Yes."
"Bury me."
Oh…
I went to the lounge and found the girls screaming at Quinn. "You stupid fucking bitch!" it sounded like Mackayla. When I stood in the door frame, Natalija was whooping Quinns's ass. All she did was scream. I could see her dress was wet and yellow liquid all over the wall.
In the corner of the room, near the door. Emina held her neck while Cathleen tended to the wound. I go over and think to help. "Chloe go get some rags!" Cathleen urges. "Oh my god… If I die today. I'm taking her with me." threatens Emina. "What happened?" I ask while racing to the largest closet that holds towels. "Quinn bit her!" shouts Cathleen.
"she's been in here shouting about the loud and savior and just reaps Emina's neck out of no where!" yells Natalija kicking Quinn in the nose. I wet one of the towels with cold water and go back to place it on Emina's neck.
"I hate kids! I hate bleeding! I hate death and that bitch over there--" Emina complains with her last breath. "Emmy be quiet!" Cathleen pulls out a needle and thread from her pockets. "Hold still!"
"I hate needles! I hate yo fucking ass puttin--AAHHHH" she screams rightly. "I know. Just be a big girl…"
"I'm fucking 68!"
"What did Quinn do?"
Marama is just standing in the room looking lost. "Marama!"
"Hmm?" she looks up at me. "What happened?"
"Probably lean." she states. "Quinn has a bunch of devil things on the ground. So," she looks off to the side. "We found a large one in the vents. It was nasty."
"When the fuck was that!?" Natalija kicks her in the stomach. Quinn throws up and tries to crawl away. "You wanna take a break?"
"You got a crack?"
"No…"
"Then no!"
Marama sighs. "Quinn is drunk… but like… on drugs and not being a conscious corpse."
"Same thing…"
"Not really?"
"I'm dying!" shouts Emina. "No you ain't!"
"But why is Quinn acting up?" I question. "Because she's high!"
"Well there has to be something else wrong with her. I get high from time to time. It's not the answer to everything!"
"Oh my sweet God of corn, stop defending the little bitch--I AM DYING!" hollers Emina. "I got bit and she's standing here not caring about me!"
"Emmy!" I scream. "Die!"
"You die!" she cries. "You all can die!"
"Lord, calm down!" encourages Cathleen. She presses down on Emina's bite. "AHHHH! YOU COLORLESS PANCAKE!"
"Thank you but my mother was from her Taiwan…"
I focus on Quinn. "Quinn. Quinb. Come out the corner." I clap my hands. "Wow… we get worse everyday…" comments Natalija.
Quinn has her lips tight together and shakes her head. "Why did you bite Emina, Quinn."
"Because…" she mumbles. "What?"
"I don't know…" she whimpers. "For God's shake!" Natalija shouts. I move over to Quinn, "Why did you bite Emina?" I grab her arm, she starts screaming. "Quinn!"
"Let me go!" she kicks and screams. "What is wrong with you?"
"Maybe it's a different soul bugging." says Marama.
"That's just about the only damn thing that makes sense…" says Natalija. "I'm still dying…" whines Emina
"The wound is NOT bleeding!"
"Death awaits me…"
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After things calmed down, we just judged Quinn with our eyes. "Quinn…" Marama sighs. "Why did you bite Emina."
"I don't know…" she says with tears in her eyes. "Did you put the devil thing in the vent?"
"Yeah…" she looks up and down picking at her tennis shoes. "LEave your goddamn feet alone." Natalija grabs her hands. "What at you picking at?"
"This…" she poke the air holes on the side of the shoe. "Leave it alone. It helps keep away sweat from your feet!"
"My feet are cold."
"Stop talking stupid!"
"I hope you die!" Quinn shouts turning her head away from Natalija. Natalija smacks her in the nose, Quinn screams and starts trying to kick her. "Sit down!" Natalija slaps her. Quinn screams more. "What in God's name?" Cathleen says with her hands on her hips. "I knew… I knew she was retarded." Marama stares at the chaos. "Stop grabbing my fucking clothes. Little stupid ass bitch!" Natalija has her fist balled up and punching Quinn in the eyes.
"Stop it!" I intervene, pulling Natalija away. "Quinn what is in the vents?--" Quinn launches off the couch and starts hitting me to get at Natalija.
Natalija takes off her shoe and throws it at Quinn. Again, she makes all the noise in the world. "I hate you!" she hits me in the mouth. "Enough!" I shove Quinn away from me. I gasp, "Didn't I take that eye?"
Quinn has her fist balled up and stands ready to fight me. "What are you doing?"
"Today…"
"What--Stop it!" I scream. "Sit down!"
Quinn kicks me with the force of a brick flying. My knees hurt. "QUINN!"
She puts her right fist all the way out and draws the left one back over her head. "This is ridiculous…" says Cathleen.
"Quinn, fuck her up…" says Marama. Quinn looks at her with her eyes open. "No!" Marama laughs. "What is the devil thing?"
"What?" Quinn relaxes and I think about hitting her. "Iremuma…" she pulls her maid's dress. "Quinn," Natalija pokes her cheek in her tongue. "Are you getting paid to do this?"
Quinn turns slowly to Natalija. "Yes…"
"Who is paying you?"
"Them."
"Who is Them?"
"Back at the church…" I roll my eyes as her voices gets low. "The Them."
"Who is the Them?" asks Marama. Quinn shrugs. "Imma whoop yo ass!" I yell. "I can't take it!"
Quinn faces me and returns to her stance. "Today…"
"What is today?"
"Today…"
"She's getting paid for devil things. But what are you doing with them?" inquires Marama. Quinn steps out her stance. "I have two left feet." she scrunches up her dress. "You do?"
She nods. "But, daddy gave me the foot of a goat."
"What?" Marama blinks."I'm not dying…" says Emina. "So… what do you mean by that?"
"Daddy gave me a lucky goat foot." says Quinn.
"What does that mean?"
"Antichrist…"
"What?"
"I'm a devil…"