Hakeem
"Sorry, who is that??" Isis asked looking at the man with a smile, he was definitely a vampire with the way his eyes widened.
"Shit…I didn't know you had Roy…"
Sealed up his fucking throat. He is definitely a vampire. Not a night walker because he was clumsy as hell even for an average blood sucker.
Secondly, did he just talk to us so fucking casually like we were some common man kids. Has he forgotten what it means to bear the Horus sign? He was definitely arrogant and I planned to make sure that I taught him a lesson. I don't care if they witnessed it, I would wipe their mind clear.
Unexpectedly, Isis gripped my hands and loosened my hold on his throat and he became a coughing mess in front of us. Isis narrowed her eyes at me as a form of warning to stop whatever I had in mind.
"Oh my God…are you okay?" Isis said in a friendly voice and concern written all over her face.
"Jordan, what the fuck are you doing her for fuck sake ??" Darla certainly wasn't pleased to see him and she turned to Anderson and he laughed nervously.
"You knew he was here even when you knew we were having an important meeting??" She looked even more pissed looking at him and he stood up excusing himself.
"Sorry, be right back." Anderson excused himself by throwing an apologetic glance our way before exiting the room to take the man back upstairs. That was when it dawned on me that the man could leak us out. Beads of sweat started to form around my forehead and I looked towards my sister for help, understanding my body language just about immediately, she placed a hand on my thigh and looked right in my eyes.
"I'm listening to their conversation right now, they are mostly whispering at each other and Anderson is angry about him coming downstairs, nothing about us has been said yet, he closed the door on him and he is coming—"
She reverted back to the kind smile she was so accustomed to wearing as heavy steps came down the stairs, of course it was Anderson, he looked pissed and apologetic at the same time.
Having my sister's voice echo in my head used to be something I thought was so fucking cool as a kid. She would sing to me in my head reassuring me that everything would be alright after father would make us train through the cold night and the blisters got worse and the cold bite kept eating at my lungs threatening to crack it. Then as a little kid, whenever she echoed her voice in my head, due to my lack of skills, I usually heard it as just plain echoes and they were soothing. She was the mother I wished I had and I always wished I could hear her voice clearly like I did now then.
Now, it felt different, it was really loud and sharp and it didn't have a switch to turn it off.
"Hey, so sorry for that. I had the repairman come take care of some things and I didn't know he was going to be done that early." He formally apologized using his work voice. It kind of made me wonder why his voice sounded different when he came over. He also looked more relaxed and sounded a bit friendly and less hostile. Now his voice sounded like he had back pain.
"It's okay, we are done here anyway right??" I asked, looking at Darla. She on the other hand was slightly sending glares his way as he spoke. It was clear that he was just lying because she wasn't buying it neither were we. But then again, was he aware that the man was a vampire or did he just not want us to know who the man was.
Was he sleeping with the man…
A spang in my heart hit me with a certain force that made me hold on to my chest for a bit before letting it go. All of these new things happening to me made me feel like I was becoming someone else. My inert being was slowly crumbling away, I was becoming weak, I was slowly losing myself the more I tried to understand my situation. Unlike the lofty feeling that Isis left in me, this was different, it felt like jealousy and envy. Something that felt so foreign to me. I went from inert and okay to human vulnerable in two weeks.
"Well, we also have to discuss some important conditions with you that weren't necessarily buttressed in the contracts because they are more practical core values and that's your social life. It's a very important factor because I know you are aware of how popular we are on social media and how much influence and sponsorship we have—"
"I actually don't. I have zero idea about your affluence and sponsorship. I know nothing about your social integrity too," I interjected, cutting her off right directly at the point where she almost started to toot her own horn. I felt a sharp nudge on my knee from a not so impressed person. of course she would have an opinion or two about me not having much idea about the group I just got myself into.
"Really…But like you have seen us on TV yeah or heard us on the radio??" She asked for suggested platforms but all I use my TV for is just watching boring series on Netflix that can put me to sleep when I face grade 10 insomnia.
"Nope," I said, making sure the P sound was clear to show my certainty. Bold of her to assume they are that big in the industry. I have heard of Billie Eilish more than I have heard of the Hallows but I'm not here to break their ego because that would be counterproductive. Not when I'm almost officially a member or rather an official member.
"The question should be does he even own a TV, that should be the question we should be asking," Anderson mocked. The level of the guest in his voice excited me oddly, I loved it when he got on my case and was in my face. He's the most irrational slow learner and I was here for it.
"Come on now Sir, You didn't strike me as a man with bad short term memory, Yesterday still blurry??" I said with a taunting edge in my voice, his eyes twitched in response and I could see him trying his best to keep himself in order. His breathing significantly spiked with my taunting statement.
"My bad. Do you know any of our hit songs then?? Because we do have multiple number ones so I'm sure you have heard at least some of them," He asked, with no snide comment, no taunting mockery in the tone of his voice.
"Yes I do, I know of course—"
"Hey guys, who missed me?!!!" An obnoxious voice yelled from behind me, cutting me off. NO ONE CUTS ME OFF. The look of exhaustion appeared on Darla's face as she physically rubbed her hands on her face downward before slamming it on the table.
A man with long blond hair strangely resembles the superhero guy that summoned thunder from the sky. Pride was the first scent I caught of him and I knew immediately who to avoid. His loudness and obviously full of himself aura clouded the room and from the reaction on their faces, I wasn't the only one that had the same feeling.
"Isis, Hakeem…this is Chris. He's the back up singer and also a co writer to some of the heat songs we have debuted on the billboard for the last five years," She pointed to him and he nodded with pride.
"Chris, this is—"
"Hold up, let me guess. The new stylist because Anderson's style is shit. So bruh, are one of those gay stylist or you normal??" He asked so ignorantly that I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath before replying the dim witted fucker.
"Chris!!! What the hell is wrong with you??" Darla snapped at him and all he did in reply was just grin stupidly.
"What?? It's just a harmless question," He said, folding his arm clearly, waiting for a reply from me. I had two options, to snap his hands and his neck respectively and dispose of the body or take his shit, due to the presence of my sister here and the fact that his other band members were present.
"First off, I'm glad you know what style looks like because that shirt isn't working which is quite ironic and sad that you can identify what you can't replicate. Two, yes, I find men attractive, smart, intelligible men with more than two brain cells working and that's totally normal. Being attracted to a blond six dimwit…now that would be absurd," I shot back with a calm look.
A sound of someone struggling to hold back a laugh pierced the short lived silence that occupied the room for some seconds after I said the meanest shit with some subtle amount of home training. His Two functioning brain cells happen to succeed in interpreting my words to him and Anderson was only making it worse by seriously failing to hold back his laugh.
"Just who the hell do you think you are??" His tone went chill and I looked at him unaffected. My sister surprisingly wasn't even interfering, she had a bored look on her face while she watched the exchange of words going back and forth.
"Go upstairs now Chris," Darla commanded, grounding her voice with purpose but he paid deaf ears. Damn, this man definitely skipped getting spanked by his mom.
"Who the fuck do you think You are speaking to you Fag?!!!" He asked again, this time adding a slur like that was supposed to make me tremble.
"Your two brain cells were clearly me being generous, why don't you let me tell you who I'm…I'm your new band mate and this is my lawyer, Isis Solivan. You should really rest and take a shower, you wreak more than your confidence." I said looking him in the eye as his eyes bulged out. In the space of seconds, He approached me on the other side of the table but just before he got to me, a loud bang made everyone pursue everyone in their seats.
"Chris!!! Go upstairs now." Anderson commanded but this time, with so much superiority.
"Sorry, he's a general problem.."