What's bad about being a vampire is sickness. I kept the hood alive. Segregation was long-it still is long. But here I am near the garden of Eden and I feel like I've died.
They made this crucifix. And yes, vampires like the cross of Jesus. I hung for days by my wrist, but sometimes I get down. Dad was there for me the first time.
She just wants money. But money is a sin. I mean I even tried to come up with my own. Money represents everything, Cydney Pittman or Rebecca Cole. Is a fucking monster. She tried to prostitute me and to be honest that was scary as shit. I was young, she tried to sell me for sex and Dad couldn't handle it.
I am a vampire. But I'm scared. I'm also a seven-foot woman. Seven foot two... but I change my height. My daddy is Lucious Daniel Banks. Aleigha Bible is my father, Congress is my grandad and Chain; Luther is my first grandad.
White God wants her back. Isn't that a silly name? I don't believe in white Gods. Not unless they tell me. This white man is using my past against me, and I'm sick of it. Who the fuck do I look like to be having chains around my wrist. I'm a black woman!
This place I'm in is a ruined house. Crap all over the place. The fallen ceiling, chairs all over the floor and old blood staining the floor broads. Fallen pictures, broken lights except for the one near the first floor. The carpet is torn and the old flower bed outside was once set on fire.
"PELUMBRUM!" The shadow of a clock appears in front of me and chains behind me break. I take off the heavy shackles and as they land on the ground, I pick them up and toss it up and down before grabbing the end and twirling it.
I made the power of word.
Once the chains are off me. I walk to the door. I'm scared, what is outside the door? I hope a dead body. I need a zombie.
I jerk the handle and open the door. It's a long hallway with dark pictures. The one in front of me is Sissi Growden Pearl Abberton. Sissi is wearing a big white gown in the picture, her eyes are bleeding black, and she has rings covering all five fingers on each hand.
Her mouth drops open in the photo, "I can see."
And? What am I to do?
A hand appears, it's not hers. It's wrapped in bandages and the skin is just tendons and muscle. It points to the left. "I'm just asking for the fun of it. Where can I find a gun?" I roll my eyes. "There... is... a hole of treaures." she says. "What kind of treasures?" I ask. "Rings, skin, zombies..."
A zombie? "Single?"
"No. It's many." her bra hands count, "You have... Milton Forbes, Manuel Levine, Samuel Hogan, and Elbert Erickson. Also Vondell Maxwell, Dhorian Phillips, and Narquise Blackwell. And Gabriel's old body." she sighs dreamily. "Mirom ben Dillen."
I scrunch up my face, "Mirom ben Dillen?"
"He wanted to be like Harriet Tubman." she sneers. "Bastard ass haf and half"
"Half and half?
"He's biracial..." she smirks. Bring me his dick."
I gag in my mind. "Elevan inches wide. He has a beauty mark near his balls, he has afro like hair, he has green eyes, and bring me his tongue."
"Why?" I'm disgusted. "I'll let you off the plant."
I go downstairs. "Wait, goddamn it!"
"What white thing!" I yell.
"I have to give you the rooms to find the holes! You slaves are so full of energy."
"Fuck you white bitch!"
"Go to kitchen, the parlor, the pool, and the courtyard."
I roll my eyes. "What else?"
"Big zombies."
"Fat?"
"Swollen slaves." she says. The dying hands creep out the picture. "I was never a slave. They killed Mahlon; so like, you'll find faces in the kitchen. A face in there belongs to Hubert Frederick, and his left leg is in the library where the gun used to be." she giggles. "I took his pills."
"What pills?"
"Mahlon was given pills by the slaves, They're white pills with a little brown tag. He ate shit out the toilet."
"What?" my stomach hurts. Wish my kids were here. "Oh, Beulah Hess was a nurse. It was poison." she says. "The slaves were canibals."
"And?"
"They had chittlins." She laughs heartily. "They even ate his eyes." she giggles.
She said, the kitchen, the parlor, the pool, and the courtyard. I'm near the sun desk, I turn left and head downstairs. It's easy to check the parlor first. Pass the vestibule and there is the hole.
What created such things?
I went near the hole and immediately heard voices.
"I hate his ass, ain't no good in him what's so ever."
"He overdosed me on cocaine."
"Shut up Edwin Hobbs!"
"My name is Mpenda."
"Oh shit, my name is Ramadhani Labeeb el-Abed al-Parsa Kareem el-Omer."
"You such a fucking nigga..." said Edwin.
"Hey! Negro! What's your name"
"Oluwaseu." says a voice. "You are not El-Omer."
"Nigga, name is Leech Glen Boodram."
"No it's not!"
"Fine, what about, Bernard Mahase?"
"Shut the fuck up." told Edwin.
"Damian Ramroop."
"Kill yourself..." told Mpenda.
"My name is Stefan Henry. Are you happy?"
"Oh my God." complained Mpenda.
I looked in the hole to find four decapitated heads. Mpenda had a red bandana, Edwin had earrings, and No name was just black but some white paint. He had blue eyes. "My name is... Anderson Ramkissoon the third."
"No it isn't!" shouted Mpenda. "Fine, it's Akeem Dass... the third... or fourth..."
"Shut the fuck up. You are Growden!" I can't see deep in the hole. They look up at me. "What?"
They have fangs but no pink eyes. "Who are you?" asked. "Somebody." said Mpenda. "I am." No name licks his lips. "Wait." he presses his lips together. "I know my name."
"You don't!"
"Name is..." he pouts "Wentworth Lincoln, Palatine of the World."
"Nigga!"
What do I need? "When I find name it'll be hell to pay."
"We already paid. We are paying now."
"Why don't you know your name?" I ask.
"Growden gave us new names. I don't want to be Trapper."
"What..."
"I said I'm a trap!"
"We are Trapper, the centipede slave catcher!"
I'm astonished. "You don't look like a centipede."
"Wait where is my arm?" says Edwin. "Excuse me."
I back away and the centipede emerges. It's a long thing with multiple heads as it walks on its hands. "We out this bitch, fam!" cheers No Name. Why a centipede?
More face at the bottom, but they all look dead. "Yeah, you see lady, Growden was in to African magic and shit. But let me tell you about the Asanbosam. That's right. He was a slave and taller than Congress and he had a massive dick. And ate people and peed on us."
"He peed on you?"
"I remember pee all over me. In my eyes, I couldn't blink."
"His name is Samuil. It's magic." said Mpenda. "He's five elevan. Growden ate his ass."
"Like literally. He used to smell it, kiss it, suck the man's balls; and lick the crack of his ass and pray over his feet." said No Name. "My name is Omotanwa Kapral Shadowmend the Novice of Solitude."
"I'm sorry, this his Growden's son. We ate him, don't mind him he's just white." says the fourth head. "My name is Kobold. Used to be Phillip Seaton, The Veil Gift."
"That's right. He's a virgin." says No Name.
"Whatever your name is, what is yo problem?"
"Nothing. I'm living it up."
The third head tosses his eyes. "Can you find his name?"
"What's in it for me?"
"Freedom?"
"What about the other holes?"
"Where is it, try the library, get Porter Farrington. He's the boss of the white centipede."
"The white centipede?"
"The slave whippas... Porter used to whip us like pigs. In fact, Blaine Tucker is a pig. Good luck."
The centipede trailed off. He went up the walls and broke through a vent above. The library... Porter Farrington.
I leave to go across towards the library. There's no door, just piles of junk inside and hole is in the wall. I move things with my telekinesis and the hole wakes up. A long centipede with short pig legs come out. "A nigga in the house."
"Oh shut up!" I kick the centipede towards the wall. "I hate slaves!" he yells.
"You love slavery!"
"I did. Then I got raped."
"Magnificent."
"Shut up, nigger. He had a big dick and he choked me while he was inside my ass. I have no ass now."
"What's in the hole."
"Keys. Pants. ID, and a picture of Julliau de Cepeda."
"Julliau de Cepeda?"
"He sold Mahlon Mexicans for an outragous amount of money."
"How much?"
"7, 896."
Wow. "Who is Growden's son?"
"Fuck if I know. The Man had 18 black kids."
"Really?"
"Yep. You have, Lennox Campbell, Fitzroy Solomon, Dremonte Reese, Georgy Holt, Azima, Umoja, Tabia, Moyo, Eli, Thembisile, Zuzumuzi, S'phamandla." he chuckled. "We called him spaghetti. He hung himself."
"And?"
"Let's see that's 12... um, Somayina Uchee, Jelan Okechukwu, Obi Orjey, Koofrey, and Acqwon Matthews. I mean slavery was like a 100 years ago so the man coes back and kidnaps women. You inclded and..." Motherfucker. "That's it."
This is Plantation Eden. "Tell me about Eden." I said.
"You should ask about, the sacrifice plant."
"The Z word?"
"Yep, the Z word."
I looked at the hole in the wall. I walked towards it and there was a picture of Sissi. She's smiling naked with a long fork tongue hanging out her mouth. She has brown hair and four pink eyes. I pick it up and flip to the back. There's something written.
"I used to be happy. I was 17 and now I hate myself. I saw my stepdad eat from the toilet bowl. No wonder the slaves are sick."
I've heard of workers eating the scapes but never this. If I dig off in it. There's a bucket inside, I take it, and it's chicken bones. "Growden doesn't like chicken. He said the chicken, the animal, is nasty. So the slaves ate that instead. Also bird meat, squrriel meat, fish, um, anything outside." says Porter. "Grew flowers, fruit, boiled the water to drink, bathe, and shit in the wooden bowl. At least Issa knew how to build things. They lived in huts."
"Where?"
"In the garden out back."
What was I getting for Sissi? The kitchen, the parlor, the pool, and the courtyard. That's right I need a gun. What was by the parlor? I go back and the black centipede is back chewing on a body.
"Hey, you got a gun?" I ask.
"Growden couldn't stop eating, so he tried to shoot himself, and he was so full of shit. He didn't die. Thank Lincoln, Growden wanted his head because he said Lincoln was half black, just white passing. He hated white passing children. He hated his half blac children and if they came out darker. They learned about the white church. And Obi wanted to be apart of KKK."
I turn my lip up in disgust. "Why?"
"Because he was half white. He brainwashed him about the love slavery and how niggas didn't have will power because the white God above took away Africa's rights."
"So these white folks believed in slavery?"
"Slavery had to happen or Africa would wake the black devil, and we would die!" said Edwin. "I believe in the black devil. I worship the devil to unbind me from wicked magic and set my black ass free in the depths of hell!"
"Edwin there is no such thing as White people making a damn church to be racist." said No Name.
"Shut up Linnus!" said Mpenda.
"When you find my five fingers."
"Little lady. You need to leave." says Linnus.
"Who the fuck is Linus?" says Edwin.
"That would be his son." says Kobold.
"Lord not a second fucking generation." Linnus rolled his eyes. "It sums genes in your family." said Kobold. He looks at me, "You need to leave!" he shouts. "This plant steals memory."
I can't just bolt for the door. I'm... a slave... But ain't anybody finna make a slave outta me. I look behind me, the courtyard. "What's back there?"
"Ask Porter. Might find some bodies, might find shit, might find the hole in the fence."
"Hole?"
"Escape."
"Bring back milk. And eggs." says Linnus. "Will you stop giving escaped slaves a damn gorcery list."
"We need milk and eggs so we can have a meat pie!" yells Mpenda. "I hate him." sounds Edwin.
"And get butter." says Linnus. "Snd some salt. Lamb. Beulah was asking for fruit one day. Some damn oranges, strawberries, and watermelon."
"Will you shut up!"
I need... to feed my curiosity. I head to the courtyard.
Small water fountains with blood and guts. Strawberry bushes and a pole sticking in one of the pots. There's whip next to it, I move to it, there's a tag. Tiaan De Jongh, another tag under his Iretilouwa, Captain of Communication.
A phantom appears. He is 5'10 with a white shirt on. His eyes are missing, mainly the left. The right eye shut and his hands tied together. He opens his mouth, I see fangs as long as a pinky. "They keep growing."
He fades away. "Was that Tiaan De Jongh?" I mutter. I look around the courtyard and I need to sit down. The tree tops have bodies.
I see a body twitch, and another one shakes. The trees have bodies. A lynch appears. Somebody is on the lynch. It's a tree with thrown dead bodies and one single lynch.
Did they hang De Jongh?
His teeth keep growing. That's not his fault. He's an Obayifo. Growden knew he had vampires right? He fed them shit to stop biting him, and he used their magic. That makes sense.
I have to grab my head, my memory is going.
"Leave!" I hear a mass of voices speak to me.
I should... leave. The exit is through the basement--no. Where is the front door?
"I finally got you..."