Making his rounds through the town was the leopard coated vampire. Selling drugs and firearms to his vast and mass clientele. The mansion where he murdered the two party girls was his own and he lived a very terroristic life to afford it. Stopping by some mechanic shops and block corners to collect some of his money. Rolling around in a black Suburban with no warrant at all , only taxing all incoming business and cutting ties with anyone who tried to step out of line or come up in his lane of interest. It was not very difficult for him to find women or men to play. Possessing an extremely powerful and attractive spirit that grasps the impressionable. In addition, he was mighty in conversation and manipulation as well.
" This is only five thousand, where is the rest?" - He said talking to one of his indigenous hustlers.
"I know, I got you tonight Big D, The streets are changing." - The indigenous hustler was speaking cowardly.
After staring at him for a hard second Big D ordered for him to just hand over the drugs he still had remaining to sell but the hustler did not have anything other than the money he was currently trying to give him.
"My bad, that is it , I just have the five thousand. Look though, I promise I am going to get you squared away with it soon. As a matter of fact, I know a move I should be able to make. I can come by the club tonight and drop it off." - He said.
"What time do you plan on doing this?" - Big D wondered before lighting up a cigarette.
"At nine o'clock. No doubt." - Said the hustler.
Big D was gone. Leaving the hustler to finesse a plan. The reputation for how someone would be handled if they mistreated Big D was something not to be played with. One time an addict couple owed Big D some money. So he placed them in the trunk of a car for a week with no food or water. Another time he was promised a territory and did not receive it and to him it was completely logical and a sane solution to his then problem. Big D had tied the boss in charge of running that neighborhood naked to a street pole on the most popular street for everybody to witness his power and no one dared touch or help their supposed friend or brother, until Big D came back three days later to untie him but before doing so he slit his throat with a razor blade. He was always very serious and blunt about his line of work and most importantly his respect. These were the stories running through the hustler's mind, still little did he know he was already living out the last chapter of his life and it was dancing with the devil himself in an open flame and his game was no match for the ego or intuition of Big D.
Later that night Butane was packed and filled with people under heavy influence. In the west wing Big D was just given word that it was thirty minutes until ten o'clock. Which infuriated him because not only did he feel disrespected and slighted but his time with his male partner was being interrupted.
"Go get him." - He said, rolling his eyes.
His people pulled up on the hustler and immediately, without announcement, he was dragged into a Suburban. They found him easily by the city limits based on a phone call that quickly located him. They were not discreet at all, actually they were extremely aggressive in finding and arresting him because at the end of the day they knew who they would have to answer to if they didn't find him and bring him to the club.
"Look man, I can explain." - The hustler said as he was tossed in the room.
"It's twelve o'clock, you really, you really wasted my time. I could've been home enjoying my date by now." - Big D said while loading his pistol.
The hustler's eyes grew big, " I was getting the money and these guys showed up and stopped that from happening. Here, why don't you give me until tomorrow morning and I'll drop it off to you personally."- He tried to excuse himself.
"Here.",Big D said while giving him the pistol. "The best ability is availability. Shoot yourself dead." - He said with the coldest look in his eyes.
" I'm telling you D, this i can do, give me six hours, i'll bring you the money." - Unwittingly speaking being that the hustler was in the final hour of his life.
"Shoot yourself, it's less painful than what I would do to you. I'm showing you mercy, shoot yourself!" - Big D was standing up now.
The hustler fell to his knees, lowering his gaze. "Please don't do this to me, my boss, you are my boss. I will have the money. Please!" He was begging.
" I am disappointed. To be honest, I don't have any time for you or this." Big D exhausted his last words before leaving the room.
The body guards and men of his took off their blazer suits and took their time beating the hustler to death with brass knuckles, a laptop and liquor bottles. At the same time you could hear the music from the east wing of the club playing loud ; with everyone being aroused by its vibrations.
MUSIC PLAYING:
"Don't make me have to turn to belief.
Don't make me have to walk away.
Rather have you breathing your last breaths here close to me.
Without you I would be gone today.
Don't want your body if I can not have your soul.
I am not one to let you return home.
Need you thinking that you are safe here with me.
Just don't make me have to turn to belief."
Big D arrived with his leopard printed jacket at his house to his friend that was waiting for him by the pool. He sat next to him, removing his towel and running his fingers between his hair and just admired the man's beauty before diving into the veins on his necks and spine and licking the man's face and purring as he enjoyed sucking his sweet flesh and bones.
MUSIC (CHORUS) AND THE BEATING AT BUTANE CONTINUED
"Ohh! I don't like dying alone!
I can't stand living this way…
Ohh! I don't like dying alone!
I can't stand living this way…."