Torielle wiggled her toes that worked. She wiggled her fingers that worked. She laid flat against the carpet. Her arm convulsed, she lifted off her toes.
Her neck twitched to the side. She heard, 'MOVE', a screen shook in front of her views.
It was when she was ten. Davea pushed her head to the side as she was coming from the kitchen. "Move!"
She pushed her hip, she tumbled to the left and hit her lip on the edge of the wall. "Goddamn little fucking nigga!" Davea held her mouth as blood dripped. She moved something in her mouth and spit into her palm. "you a muthafuckin' ass lie." She crinkled at her two front teeth in her hand and went for Torielle's neck. Torielle hopped and smacked her in the eye. "God I fucking hate you!" Torielle screamed and ran upstairs.
She remembered that. She wished she hadn't. "I SAID MOVE TROLL"
Troll? The things that hide under bridges and look for gold? That was the the definition to her. "Get out of me!" Torielle fought the air. Her waist crumpled, "OBEY"
Cedrica dropped the pill in the blood. It bubbled and the lump dissolved. She was still in the bathroom and had a thought to dump some of the blood out into the sink. It was thin like water and she started to think...
About green bubbles.
And red bubbles. Also yellow bubbles. She turned on the sink and put the jar under the facet. Cedrica thought she could touch the bubbles but they quickly faded from her.
She put the jar on the counter and flushed the toilet, just in case. "Last thing I need is Tori talking about I didn't--"
She dropped to the floor as her heart started beating rapid. Inhale and exhale. "Tori!" she called in a gasp of breath. "Tori…"
You're dying.
Her eyes looked for the voice.
You are dying my child.
"I don't wanna die…" she flipped over against her will. Above her stood a man. He had no head and black cube hover over him. He bent down and rubbed her forehead.
You are dying. But I can save you.
"Then save me…" she couldn't breathe. He stood up straight and her sight was gone as a heavy black boot knocked her out.
You will be saved
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"That'll be 3.39." said the cashier. "Would you like anything else?"
"I have a twenty in my pocket I picked up from a trash cash, is that legal?"
"Uh…" the cashier smiled thinking it a joke. "Is it a whole dollar?"
"It's a quarter of a dollar with 20 on it." she said sheepishly. "Then no. It has to be whole."
"What if I shoot you?"
"Do you have a gun?"
"No. But I could kill you."
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, but you ame at me with aggression."
"I'm behind the counter."
"Can I have money?" the girl with blonde hair questioned. "I'm homeless."
"Can you leave?" the cashier grimaced. "You wanted to buy a stick of deodorant with a quarter of a twenty dollar bill?"
"I'm homeless."
"Get out." he gestured to the door. "Aren't you listening to me!" she reached over and yanked the man's shirt. "I am homeless. I could die. I could walk out the store and get shot. You don't know what I've been there. I'll kill you!"
"What the fuck--"
The girl pulled a knife from her skirt pocket. "I have a fucking knife." she shook him. "I'll fucking murder your ass."
"Bitch, what in God's name!" As the cashier tried to free himself. He hit the register just right to open it. "Give me the money inside the box." she demanded. The man didn't know what the fuck to do. He plucked out a twenty, then a ten, added with three ones. The girl stabbed the man in the neck.
"I fucking promised you! I'd kill you! You fucking cunt!" she stabbed him again, once in the neck, again in the back. She put a hole in his cheek. "Fuck you! I don't wanna be on the streets! I hate you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"
The store bell rung and the person ran yelling for help. The girl with a knife bit the cashier's ear. She chewed it and tore it off with her teeth. She picked up his hands and gnaw at his finger, going for the thumb first.
This was Experience and she didn't know her name was Darlene. "Where the fuck is my juice box?" the store bell went off again. Her shoulders tensed. She jumped the counter and pulled the body on top of her.
As laid down, she had thoughts of regret. Why did she do that? She was possessed, she told herself no. She was being controlled by God himself. He was whispering to her. He told her to kill that man.
"Experience!"
It was God's fucking fault. Everything was his fault. That man could have lived. But now he was with Abigail. She didn't know Abigail. She wanted to take her purse to the pawnshop up the street.
She just wanted a hamburger. She wanted to go home, lay in a bed. Look at a wall and not a concrete cave.
"Experience, you dumb whore." Aleigha looked over the counter. "I gotta train you better than that. But I didn't tell you to steal money." His smile was wide. "Stop playing with dead people." he pulled out his silver gun. "Get up."
"I'm dead." she yelled.
"Bitch get the fuck up!"
"I'm a human being!"
"Goddamn," the blast went through her exposed left shoulder. "You don't ever listen. Get up and stop being a fucking bitch before I bite!"
He went around the counter and jerked the body off her. She cried and spasmed on the ground. Her cries turned into screams pleading for help. All the noise stop as he pulled her up and grab her hair. His teeth sunk in her throat.
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Experience was on the lounge chair. She breathed in and out. "You're doing fine Darlene."
Her eyes met his frame. She still wasn't used to it. Darlene. The name was so foreign to her even though it was her own. "Tell me your experience with vampires." she sat up straight with wide eyes. The therapist looked at her. "My apologies. What type of events have you had with vampires?"
Her mouth opened, her tongue moved across her lips. "I was Aleigha Biblio's seventh wife."
"You were a wife to a vampire." he scribbled on the clipboard. "Tell me more."
"I used to hang with black people in school."
He stared at her. "Is that relevant to the event?" he asked. "Yes." she lowered herself down to the chair. "We were camping and there was this girl in school. She was popular because she came from Locucts. She did… magic tricks."
"Did you talk to her?"
"Her name was Devontae O'Liga. And she was in a relationship with Chauncey Lyons? I think that was his last name." she moved her feet over the other. "We went to the big school for vampires coming out the realm in Virginia. It was the best thing. It was like getting to know a culture."
How did you get to know O'Liga? Devontae was it?"
"I hated her."
"Why?"
"She was witch so that meant she was evil."
"Did she do evil things?"
"She got pregnant by Chauncey our second year of Amalaric. We were in the lunchroom one time and I saw her, Chauncey, his brother, and another girl sitting with them. So I walked over and introduced myself to Chauncey. He was very polite and I wanted to hold his hand."
"Why?" her therapist scribbled on the board.
Therapy with Darlene Horn.
Guest shows signs of PTSD. Has stated they have self medicated. Darlene is suffering from lapses in memory. Darlene was given the name Experience being with the Vampiric Lord, Aleigha Biblio in the Ghytto realm -Locucts-
Darlene told she was beaten nearly everyday. She was forced to remove her hair at times and told to follow Aleigha from place to place as well as collect human resources to feed his church.
Darlene rehearsed a memory. Remembering the event caused a stir in emotions. Because she came from Locucts, she may be lying out of habit.
Darlene Horn remembers attending Amalaric which is a vampiric education system. She stated that she had a crush on a vampire perhaps.
"Chauncey was tall. I mean," she stared off towards the distance. "He could almost touch the ceiling of the school."
"How tall was the school?"
"Like seventeen feet or more. It was like a prestige school so… it was really tall." she giggled. "Did you at any point ask Chauncey how tall he was?"
"No--" she looked up. "Well, one time we were in the library and he was looking at this necklace. So I asked him about it." her words were getting faster. He scribbled on the clipboard again. "I went to him and I said hello Chauncey."
She yelped, her hands covered her face as a sharp pain took her attention. 'WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU'
She got up with haste and paced around the room. "He didn't answer me. But I was behind him and… I saw he looked over his shoulder and he also looked at my thighs."
"Really?" he rose a brow.
"I forgot your name." she pointed.
He looked up at her, "Akello Reinhardt."
"Where does the name Akello come from. Are you white?"
"My mother came from South Africa. Do you want to learn about me?"
"Yeah." she sat down on the longuechair with her hands in her lap. "So, are you married?"
"No. I'm not." he said.
"Do you like your name?" she asked.
He clicked his tongue and lead to the backrest of the chair. "I do. My mother is white and she used to tell me I was born in south africa. I never knew my father though."
"Like never?" she ogled. "I knew my father. He was the president."
"Of the united states?"
"Yeah." she scratched behind her head. "He ran like in 1929. But he didn't make it. I use to cheer in the streets when cars were passing by during the parade."
He went to scratching on the paper.
Darlene has twisted memories and stories of the past. Possibly to cope with her trauma. I'm not sure how to talk to her but she speaks in confusion. She asked me about myself. She may use me to cope.
*Lure her out with a made up story.
"Your father was a president?" he questioned. "And Dareion." she told.
"Who's Dareion?"
"He runs with vampires." she whispered. "He got Shiloh pregnant. And I got pregnant."
"You were pregnant once?"
"Yes." she stared looking around the room. "I got pregnant. The baby was Chauncey's…" her words slowed down. "Was baby born in consent?"
"I paid him." she rolled his eyes. "I gave him by last check from work. I use to work at a coffee joint."
"A joint?"
"Yeah… like…" she waved her hand. "You there to hang out and stuff."
"Darlene, what year were you born?"
"1995--No 1977…" her hand covered her mouth. She eyed Akello, "Do you think I'm lying?" she squinted her eyes. "Because I never lied. Aleigha, he lies, I never lie."
"I never said you were a liar."
"Aleigha has lie in his name." she got to her feet. "Like that nigga thinks he can tell anybody what the fuck to do. He think he can lie to me and shit. Fuck him and fuck you!"
"Ok…"
"I'm not a liar. But that punk ass bitch can fuck another whore, he act like he do me any kind of way. And fuck Alexis little dingy dusty motherfuckin'--"
"Ok, Darlene I need you to calm down--"
"Bitch, don't tell me to calm down. Nigga, fuck you and the click you came with! You don't know who you fucking with!"
She marched to his desk and swiped off the books, paper and rewards. She clenched her teeth, "Bitch ass nigga."
"Darlene you need to hold on to yourself."
"Hold my dick!"