I followed her back to the room I met her in. "Who's the cat?"
"This is Shepherd." she looks at the cat by her feet. "He's quiet."
"Hi, Shepard." I greet and the cat meows. "He's addicted to vaseline."
"Huh?"
"My cat likes smelling vaseline. He died from constipation. It years before I went."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's his dumb ass fault. My whole vaseline jar gone." she glared at her cat. "Anyway, the Indian is a pedophile. Where was I?" she scrunches up her dress and pulls it to her upper thighs. "Pedophile, King Cottonmouth--right, drugs." She sits on a pillow on the floor. "He escaped execution from India. That makes me an illegal immigrant to both America and Canada."
"Whose Torielle?"
She looks at me. "Alexis's non sister."
"I don't--"
"Sit on this damn floor." she crosses her legs. "You do know." she says with one eye open. I do? Where did my memory go? "Probably the demons. Sit down." she slaps the floor.
I sit my fat ass on the floor and cross my legs. "Let's get back into it."
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I want to get back to that memory. I focus on the last thing I remember. I saw that thing, and my body sucks inward and I see a white face. I have a cold sweat, the brows on the face bent.
It just stared at me. No arms, legs, just a face of a white man. Lips dry and red. He has no eyelashes and a big nose that appears hooked. His eyes are a dull blue. Who is this?
I can't seem to get away from it. He looks to the right and to the left. Sweat collects on forehead and I hear breathing. He looks to the right and to the left. His lips part slightly. His eyes look up.
I can't change my thought.
The hairline bleeds and there is panting. His eyes are gone.
And I hear, niggers. The face deteriorates, it is just bone and the skull grows horns. The skull smiles.
I'm in the room with Sister Sin and she's sweating under her arms. I just have a ring around my neck.
"I hate him!" she exclaims. "What was that?" I pant.
"That was Abner fucking Growden!" she shakes off the sweat. "Goddamn, what is he doing?" she gets up. "Daisy!"
"I'll smack the full shit out yo ass!"
"Sister Sin!" I correct myself instantly. "Who is Abner!"
"He's a fucking cow now." She stands in the doorway and looks back at me. "King Trauma."
I hate to ask another question. "King Trauma is Mahlon's son, he tested the magic on him."
"I saw he was bleeding." I get up. "Ironic. What else did you see?"
"He like, shaped into a cow?"
"The boy was nasty…" she rolls her eyes. "I mean, he was fully committed in marriage with a cow because white people is scary. They beat us like cows."
"He fucked a cow?"
"I'm not repeating myself." she shakes off the uncomfortable thought. "The boy's name is junior and his father couldn't stand him naming the damn thing. I've seen deformed goats but a cow with a snub nose. Lord come get me…"
"Mahlon?" What I understand is Mahlon is part of the Growdens and if any knowledge reaches me. Mahlon starts the faily tree. His son was Abner Growden who created, Abner the second?
Through a cow…
What did God say about fucking golden calf?--NO, NOT THAT. What the fuck is the Growden Clan? "Where are you going?"
"It's gon' take a long time for yo baptism." he says.
"Why? Where are you going?"
"Abner is trying to find a body, again."
"All that sweat?" I bet I stank. "Obayifo?"
"He has the magic because he stole Congress's chain. They keep mashing the word of the bible with the nonsense created. And all this started because he doesn't like niggas."
"Over a church? So he making a church out of us?"
"My fucking head hurts…" he speeds out the room. "Sweyn! Get the ritual ready!"
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Amalaric Studies
Vampiric History
5. Growden's Fetish
Noboedy Growden may have been the longest living slave. Not much is known about the ages of most slaves during slavery. Congress Bible was forced to take care of Noboedy while with Growden.
If Noboedy was truly alive today. He would be about fifty years younger then Congress.
Noboedy Growden helped father the children from Mahlon Growden. It was on February 10th that Noboedy was honored with the name Keith Smiley.
Mahlon owned multiple plantations and gave one of the plantations to Keith. The Corscentstead plantation however, cannot be tracked within the realm.
Keith became a plantation owner. In slavery, not meaning took to a black man buying slaves. Those that believed in slavery did not want the servitude to end.
Keith instead snuck onto plantations and convinced others to leave.
Keith kept over 150 slaves of color until he married Agnese who led a rebellion in Italy.
Despite the scenario, Keith kept many happy and taught them what Congress Bible had told him. In truth, Keith didn't have the bloodline and Congress refused to adopt him as a son. Congress's first Chain was kept from him but later escaped through poisoning most of the household.
The Growden's searched for Chain but never found him. Four years after his escape, the main house was lost in a fire and Chain and his father killed the second half of the family. Supposedly, a few of the children were still alive and kept by the Bible side.