Chapter 29
Tactics and Strategy
1.1 The Overconfidant
Lying is a sin. But vamps must lie in several ways in order for us to feed, walk, and give an honest fuck about life. As the great vamp king once said. Lying is life. The old aged saying 'once a liar, always a liar.' But lying is the truth of life.
Lying is like a poem. It makes no sense except for stupid people. However, poetry is a required class so that you construct your lying.
It was the vampire king Apio Jang that said, I tell the truth with my mouth closed. The House of Oreos lied in silence.
Being the biggest house that took care of 36 assassinations. One not claimed was the late Changany who was assassinated by the department.
In your books, The Art of Whine and Cheese. One of the first lies comes from appearance. In your psychology studies.
A lie must match a face. If you take a face, you must ruin it. If Tony goes to the gym and the animal shelter. You also go there.
Keep your enemies close and your friends closer, but your enemy is a friend… kill him.
Because they know you. And you don't know anybody.
In a psychological sense, lying is supposed to happen and not.
WHY DO YOU LIE?
Under stress response to a flight or fight trigger. If you have a gun to your head. Some are likely to speak gibberish. They start talking themselves into a hole.
This is the most stupidest person. Someone who cannot take stress, will without a doubt fail. Which means you can sweat them.
These people are easy. Body language is important in a liar. Always remember the purpose behind vamps lying is to take a fucking body. You are trying to build a house, a clan, a bank, or survival.
Liars have friends in the form of the dead. This does not mean truly dead because somebody gotta hear you.
You and learn from people by sight and by word. And nobody has a clean closet. Miracle down the street is in love with Darrel King, Darrel King is a basketball player for his high school except, nobody likes Darrel.
What do you do? You find out why. Join the basketball team, you don't have to be a player. You can be a guy cheerleader and not be gay. You could go to a game with your boyfriend and not have an actual boyfriend.
Darrel King is light skin, not albino. Darrel likes to go to the coffee shop before school. He wants his energy though there is no actual evidence that coffee provides such things. You could be the water boy, give him something before the game. BE… friends.
Darrel just told you he doesn't like his relationship with his girlfriend, Denise. He mentioned that Tia from Jogging Beans coffee shop is cute.
There is a connection. We learned that Darrel doesn't like his girlfriend. We could kill her. But no. The best strategy is to get them to fight. We could use Tia's job. We could go out with Tia first…
But why are we doing this?
Maybe we don't like Darrel. Maybe Darrel is a thief. Do we know Darrel? Many factors come into the structure of lying.
We could date Tia just to start some noise. But we don't know her. Get a job, you probably need one anyway.
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Dareion pressed his palm on the back of Shiloh. Her stomach was preventing her to lay down. Her pussy was wet and made the sound he loved so much.
Dareion took a fist full of her braids and yanked her head. He pulled out, to the edge of her cunt. He pressed in slowly. Her lip trembled. "You know good ass is supposed to talk. Say something nice."
"This dick too good."
"It's what?" he smirked and slammed into her. Shiloh moaned loudly, "Bite me!"
"Bite you?" he licked his fangs that were just two sharpened crowns. His hips rolled forward in a pattern. His hand let go of her hair and he covered her mouth. "You finna give me a baby?"
Her sweet sounds were muffled but he knew she agreed. "Damn…" he clenched his jaw. "Shy…"
Shiloh licked his palm, gripping the sofa's seats. A thought occurred to her. Her mother was gone but for how long?
"Imma fill you up baby!" he straightened his back and pulled her hips to him. She groaned and beat her ass back towards him. "I ain't never fucked a bad witch before." he sighed feeling the sparks of pleasure pass him.
"Fuck me Daddy." she pulled the seat cushion off the couch. "Ah!"
The door clanked and neither one told the other to stop. It was the worst time, his ass squeezed and his testicles tingled. Davea stood in the doorway.
"You mother--"
"Hi…" Dareion breathed heavily. "I should--I should have told you to nut on my back." Shiloh tried to catch her breath.
"You ugly fucking hoe!"
"I got twenty for rent." she said. Finally gathering her strength, she lifted off the couch. "Mama, I'm almost due and can't find nowhere to stay."
"That's not my motherfuckin' problem. I told you you don't fucking live here."
"But I do live here." she tied her hair up. "I been living here like I have a room here."
"No the fuck you don't--How the fuck did you get in here?"
"Dareion and I buried a charm." she pulled her pants up that were behind the couch. She looked at her mother's black face. "Do you still get some?"
"I fucking cant stand yo ass for shit. Shiloh, I swear to God I hope you have aids. I hope you die again just to come back and do the same damn shit again."
Shiloh stood unbothered, "I killed somebody."
Davea stood with her mouth open. "She's not lying. Do you know where we can get to Canada?"
"Get the fuck out of my house!" she shrieked. "Mama I could go to jail!" she clapped. "I don't give a fuck!" she pointed to the door. "Get the fuck out!"
"Mama, I'm eight months pregnant. Yo grandkid could be here at any moment."
"What the hell!" Davea hit the wall. "Shiloh, for the love of fucking--"
"I'll take full responsibility miss. It was my idea," said Dareion. "You can eat her pussy in front of my goddamn door and fuck up my damn sofa." Davea shouted. She looked at her daughter. "And this hoe had the fucking nerve to break in my shit. I'm done! This shit ends tonight!"
"Ok." she watched her mother march to her room. "How we gon get to Canada?" Shiloh asked Dareion. "Why you wanna be in Canada?"
"It's bigger." she said.
"What?"
"It's bigger than America."
"Why does that matter?" Dareion cocked his head to the side. "It means nobody can--" Shiloh toppled over as the bullet hit her shoulder. Davea aimed the pistol at her daughter and shot another bullet in her shoulder. "You stupid dick sucking ungrateful bitch. Get the fuck out."
Dareion grabbed Shiloh and he let her go as a bullet flew into his head. "I can't stand niggas in my fucking house!" Once Dareion dropped, Shiloh covered his body from her mother's wrath.
Davea aimed the gun at the stomach. "Stupid, fuckin--"
The bullet launched at the budging belly, "Go find the fucking spirit."
Shiloh's eyes parted, she heard snoring and whipped round to see Dareion sleeping peacefully. She looked at her stomach. "I'm having dreams again."
She sat in an abandoned car on the side of the road. "Why did I have that dream?" she muttered to herself.
Maybe she should have paid attention in class. She leaned back and stared at the ruin ceiling of the car. "I have a bad relationship with my mother." she spoke to herself. "I don't know if I would necessarily do that."
"What if… its saying I'm finna have a miscarriage?"
"I hope to God not…" mumbled Dareion came out of his sleep. "I want this baby."
"Really?" she smiled. "I do too."
They held hands in the car. "I could do it without you. You don't really need a mother in the house."
"What?"
"Nothing. You think it's a boy?"
"I want a girl."
"But… the boy carries the name. I'm dying."
"I want a girl. I already picked the name and everything. Cedrica Alexis Bass."
"Kelly…" he said. "My last name is Kelly."
"You told me Bass."
"It's Kelly. I know my name."
She rolled her eyes. If it's a boy, Imma name him… Eddie or Tyler.
"I don't want that…" he sighed. "That's ugly."
"Ok you pick a name." she pursed her lips. "Serious." he said. "Serious? You want a boy named Serious?"
He shrugged, "Serious Page Larsen."
She raised a brow, "Where did you get that name from?"
"I like it."
"But where did it come from?"
"I like the name. I heard it from somewhere."
"So… it's somebody else's name?"
"Yeah…" his eyes narrowed. "Why are you asking me so many questions?"
"I just wanna know where the name came from."
"Change it."
"Ok, how about--"
"No, the girl's. I don't want a girl."
"Why? It's my body."
"No…"
"It is…"
"So?"
"Dareion!"
"I don't want it if it's a girl. Get an abortion." he reached over and pinched her cheek. Shiloh slapped his hands, he sneered. "Don't hit me!" he relaxed. "I want a boy. You better not give me a boy."
"What is wrong with you?"
"Don't me tell my daddy… Bitch I'm Jesus."
"No the fuck you ain't."
He leaned over towards her, "But I am…"
A powerful blow swept Shiloh's vision. Her nose bled but the hits kept coming, "I need a fucking body! Pass out!"