I was sleep on eight comfortable white towels and tissue when somebody came to my door in the middle of the night.
When I got home. I turned my pillow inside out and set it on fire. Also, I didn't get paid.
They was angry.
I got up and went to the door. It was Samhill, "Why are you here?"
"I own this bitch." he says. No, duh. "Come on," he swings his head back. "Nigga it is night!"
"And?" I'm sick of AND. "I heard you was asking about the race. Come with me."
"I..." I want sleep. Fuck it, I'll sleep in the car. "Fine..."
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I don't know how long I was asleep. I opened my eyes at short notice of a rundown house with broken porch rails. I yawned, "Where are we?"
"Mercatoria." he says. "What do I need to do?" I grimace. "Look pretty, soetimes we have Bitch Fights."
"What?"
"Cat fights... vamp's biggest bitch wins money. It's like giving you females a chance to be big."
"WHAT!"
"You ever pimp pussy?" he looks at me snickering. He gives me the side eye. "Some of you hoes need training."
"I ain't no fucking hoe!" I balled up my fist and struck him edead in the nose. The car comes to a halt and a pair of five claws, rack my nose. Samhill grabs my collar with his eyes pink and glowing. "ʇᴉ ʎɹʇ oʇ noʎ ǝɹɐp I!" he switches hands to my throat, digging his nails where they don't belong. "···sʇǝɹɔǝs ʍouʞ I."
I'm in no position to speak. What the fuck is my life? I'm not the antichrist.
He draws back and honestly, I'm on the verge of tears. "I'll give you the chance." he gets a blunt from his cup holder and I put my head down. I can't believe this... maybe I shouldn't say I disbelieve. I guess I deserve it...
"What am I suppose to do?" I mutter. "Look pretty or get pretty." Am supposed to fight, other women at the race? Is Synadena a pimp? Is that what happened? I'm afraid to ask.
I sit back and pout. My eyes catch my shadow in the back seat frowning. Something ain't right with my soul.
"Can I ask something? I huff. "What?"
"You know somebody named Calvert?"
"Nah."
I'm just thinking, was Calvert, Coochie Man trying to train me? He's been following me as Calvin. He probably stole a body. Killed somebody cause that's how niggas is.
I miss church.
One time me and Clayton thought we was cute. And we got into one of the baths together. We was naked and Adonijah whooped us, as rightly so.
Raquel was pimped. Janna used to boss her around and Karolina tried to end it. She told him, he didn't know what he was doing.
Vampires collect for food. Blood keeps up appearances.
And as they say, black don't crack.
"Is Synadena a pimp? Monica?" he gives me the side eye. "You found her real name?"
"I heard it..." I'm depressed. "Yeah, Monica is a pimp. Most of them girls is gay."
"She killed Ida?"
"Ooo! She finally did it. I hope," he looks at me fully. The car drives itself. "I hope you learn something from them girls. Butterbiskuit different." he says. "Biskuit ain't gay. Synadena picked her to be second wing. She just proud."
"She's proud?"
"She like being naked with all that fat. She bougie as can be but she good at heart. She lives in the ghetto." We come to a intersection, he makes a left. "She got a pretty house, good pussy, and a collection of wigs."
"How she die?"
"Cancer." he smiles. "I'm jealous. Like, think about how peaceful that shit was."
"Ain't nothing peaceful about cancer."
"She died sleeping. Doctors said she had a good three years. It took three months, her brother sued. She kept saying something was wrong and her doctor kept sending her home with no help. Three months, big mama gone."
That's sad...
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We make it to the tunnel towards Alabama and exit through the second tunnel going to Mississippi. There is a tunnel with souls bouncing around erratic, this is Texas, but this region is called, because Samhill knows everything, the Argentea Correctional region. "This is prison."
He looks at me. "This is Texas."
There are literally beat down houses with the strangest creatures walking, plus some vamps. "They're anorexic." I say.
"Texas secret." he puts his finger to his lips. "But this where we have the races. You got nails?"
He takes the weed out his mouth and uses the cigarette lighter to re-lit it. "Why?" We go straight and make a slight turn up a street with a big werewolf on the curve. He stands up and starts chasing the car. "SAM!" I yell looking at the side mirror. "Calm down..." he sticks his hand out the window and lifts his two fingers. The road behind us lifts and the werewolf smacks it head first.
"Why was that happening?"
"He homeless. Probably need some money."
"So what does he do? Rob people?"
He chuckles. "Yep."
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We finally make to the racetrack next to a destroyed church, and over a dozen nigga drinking, smoking, and fucking behind some trees.
There are no parking spaces, so Samhill just rides on the dirt itself. We leave the car and walks over to a man with pale skin and white hair. "Edward..."
He looks at Sam and grins. "Sammy... the bet is 70,000."
"You raised it?"
"Yep. And I'll you why." he gestures to the destroyed church. "Put money down on it."
Samhill gasp. "You starting a coven."
"I got a new body." Edward says. "I'm moving."
"Good riddens."
"Nobody loves me over here."
"How yo daughter?"
"You fucking her? That's why you concern?" Edward lifts a brow. "Mind your business."
Edward looks at me. "Alexis this is Cullen. Edward Cullen."
"Bullshit."
"Take it how you want it." he rolls his eyes.
"Bella Swan."
"Rebecca Lake." he snarls. "You got 70k?" he retorts eying Sam.
"I don't want it." he says.
"I think you stupid." I say.
"I think LITTLE DEMONS should, hush. Because God already don't like them!"
If that ain't the most disrespectful shit ever. "I got the money, I don't want the church."
"Why not? Shit might make ya daddy proud of you for once." he sniggers. "I don't need my daddy's eye on me. I love myself."
"Yada Yada... no one will love you until you love yourself. Ain't you in charge of old ass terroritory?"
"I make it work. Besides, pop want the hood."
"Ain't no room down there." he walks away from him. "Unless you wanna tussle with Gata."
"Fuck him."
"I hope you got a comforable ass coffin." he speaks while walking to his car.
"That's a pretty lambo..."
"Pale ass freak..." Sam grunts. I am blinded with a shadow in my face. I blink rapidly. "Shut the fuck up!"
"I'm tired of this shit! I ain't finna let no hoe up here touch me!"
"Aw, you so cute..." he coos. "I don't want the fucking church. Edward probably got claim on the bitch, the last thing I need is beef with me."
"He just said he ain't shit!"
"NORSE!"
"AND?"
"SHUT UP!"
I really don't understand. "Explain..." I sigh. "You ever heard of Draugr?"
"No."
"Ok... you ever been to the club?"
"Yes." I said that with too much energy. "Ok, so Draugr are terrible things. They got souls, now in the hood. If you got a soul but no body, you ghost. That's it. Then you have what that fucking white ass nigga is. Basically, I like my draws clean and my nuts."
"So he a ghost?" That's not bad. "Alexis you stupid as shit." he groans. "If you get into a fight I hope they dog yo ass. You finna be Monica's bitch."
"No," I shake my head. "You don't know me."
"You the granddaughter."
"My mama is Shiloh. We moved!"
"Really?" he tucks his hands in his pockets. "I'm Canadian!" I threaten through my teeth.
"Birth place?"
"Manitoba, Canada!"
"Why?"
"My daddy crazy!"
"So you on Cullen?" he smiles. "Poor princess..."
"Nigga fuck you, up and down!"
"I bet you go high." he examines my frame. "The skinny ones love being bounced."
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Later On, a crowd of people got together and listened to this man with a big afro and a skeleton head. He looks funny clothed in high amounts of gold and a giant medallion hanging off his neck.
"Quiet, Quiet!" he yells at the crowd. "We got 46 cars out here. We coming from covens in the deep. Y'all know the damn rules."
"What's his name?" I utter to Sam. "Baby Bones..." he says. "He collects skeletons. Some say he got Dracula's rib and Vanhelsing's pinky."
"What does he do?"
The nigga is reaching eight feet. Aleigha got all his bones and he that tall." he explains. "Babs got bones just because. We think he just like it."
"So getting corpses really make you taller?" I ask.
"How tall are you?"
I inhale, "About 6'2..."
"You got bones?"
"No..."
"I hope you don't get robbed but I also don't care."
I fucking hope his heart come through his ass.
"Now everybody put ya money in the basket for the winner. We working on Church Mother Trinidad."
"We working the church!" bodies start murmuring. "Cullen's white ass got it..."
"Well he moving!" emits Babs. "The church is up for sell. 70k my niglets."
"Ain't no way in hell I'm taking it..." says a nigga with tattoos across his chest. "BABS! BABY!" a female with shoulder length red braids hops for attention. "What about the girls!"
"Y'all got a chance!" and the women start to smile and cheer. "You gotta fight." Samhill whispers in my ear.