Chapter 6: Hen House

Truly had dragged the body back. She was dead, he didn't care and had some extra blood in his system. "Goddamn, I hate you!" said Mickey as they had stopped at the desired location.

This was Necrosis Prairie Hills. The NPH was a warehouse that over 300 vamps would circle around to partake in Parties. You bring your own human and have a massive buffet with fired chicken, waffles, onion rings and questions as to why niggas love fruit punch so goddamn much. "I cannot believe you ate one." Mickey shook his head.

Light shined in the background as loud hip-hop blasted from cars and inside the building itself. "You lucky the gang pitched in for all this."

"Nigga leave me alone..."

"Leave you alone, I bet you can't make payment."

"Whatever..." he rolled his eyes. They walked to warehouse from the sidewalk. Mickey got Kate's body out the back while Truls got Louis. "I feel bad for this man..."

"Nigga so..."

He gave Mickey the side eye. "Actually, put that one back."

"No." he sneered, "Nigga this is lunch and dinner."

"What about breakfast?" he cocked his head. "Anything is breakfast if you eat it in the morning! It's white folk right now eating a fucking granola bar for breakfast!"

"We ain't white!"

"You probably eat bacon and eggs..."

"With toast. Put the body back, I got an idea."

"What about Tetanus?" said Mickey putting Kate back in the bed of the truck. "Nah, put her in the car."

"Nigga!"

"I have an idea!" he seethed. "Goddamn!"

"What's the idea?"

He looked down then looked up again, "She can be a bitch."

"Why did you look through one unit?"

"It just came to me."

Mickey inhaled. "There you go having sudden genius."

"I'm sick." he grinned.

"What about Louis?"

"What's the count?"

"Shit," he pulled out his cell phone and went through his messages. "We got 86 minus the hoe. 85."

"We clear, it's fine."

"Ima finna die..." grumbled Mickey following Truls to the warehouse party.

Inside you had the Thralls with ropes around their necks, some zombies in a cage in the middle of the warehouse. "I need one." Mickey looked into the cage to see the zombies moaning and swaying their bodies. "Why?" asked Truls.

"They look fun..." he shrugged. The zombie bumped the cage with his forehead. "Keep up the thought and you'll be like Sabrina."

"Oh yeah..." he grimaced. "He fucks them." The idea left him as quickly as it came. Truls bumped a random person, he didn't pay it no mind.

They finally made it to the bar counter and to west side was a set of two glass tables with The Key Pieces sitting on chairs to boxes and an old couch from the junkyard, that they owned.

Truls threw his hands up. "WE GOT BLOOD!"

He approached a vampire with silver teeth and a low fade cut. He a scar across his eye, he dressed in all white from head to toe. "Truly!" he got up off the box and dabbed with him. "80 total."

"85 in count. Where Tetanus?"

"Probably jacking off a bitch... you know him." said Sabrina. "Did you know quota was supposed to be 50 bags?"

"Nah." Truls shook his head. "Why so low?"

"I don't know..." Sabrina shrugged. "Shit, I'm happy." he scratched his ear. "It used be 160. I missed 30..."

"Nigga..."

"I know." he whispered. "Tetanus ain't said nothin'" he smiled.

Truls looked across the warehouse. A group of vamps dressed in orange and black stood stoic with their teeth biting into their lips. Everyone knew the Midsummer gang was fake, like really fake.

Apparently, Lysian Somorjay took out his own fangs out. To any other vamp, that shit didn't make sense. To Truls, that nigga was moral.

Mortality was defined to him as simple as, white people, flowers, and fucking water. Immoral was niggas, dogs, and space itself. It made sense to him and refused to explain it to anybody.

The warehouse was loud, he had seven drinks, smoked a little, talked a bit then he heard a gunshot in the air and everybody looked at the middle.

Next to the zombie cage, Shelby Weston. He was 68 years ago and the man was short at 5'9. He was an elder with some time and that meant he had respect. However, respect didn't always mean shut up.

Shelby went to jail under the name Blue Bowditch and was a member of the old coven LUCY. The former leader was a white hustler, Senvedac. He ate the man's spine and took over. Shelby ruled a whole neighborhood and bulit up a coven of 810.

He mostly called the shots.

"Listen up!" Next to Shelby was his translator, Mike Peaton. Truls was 6 feet six but Mike was 6'8. His eyes were a solid pink and he kept black lines under his fat lip. "We got gangs of the night up in here. Tonight," he smiled pulling a letter out his pocket. "Is special."

"Why?" Truls mumbled. "We got MidSummers, Key Pieces, OCTGN (Octagon), Bureaucrats's Dishonor, and Demonix. Listen to the count cause I promise some of y'all bout to get cut."

Sabrina elbowed Truls, "I know who it is..."

"Who?"

"Demons..." he flexed his brow. "Guess who he killed."

"I could hold my breath."

Sabrina tittered, he counted on his fingers. "His baby mama, his brother, his neighbors, his uncle that's a pastor, his son, took his nine year old to the orphanage; shot a rapper in Aleigha's company, shot a teacher at his son school, shot his weed man, the mailman, hit somebody with his car, ran over his dog and robbed a goddamn Chick-fil-A." Sabrina smiled.

"Don't he have a DUI?" he scratched the back of his head. "And he don't pay taxes..." Sabrina drew in his lips. "AND, he went to the strip club in Memphis."

"I don't wanna hear no more..." Truls waved his hand dismissively. "He got three kids, been posing as the husband--"

"Sabrina!"

"It's important because I wanna rob somebody!"

"I'm not fucking with Demonix." he shook his head.

"He ain't got shit! That nigga done emptied his shit out. I know Shelby bout to dismiss him. How you eat at the cookout with no chef?" Truls looked at him. "I want liver..." Sabrina said.

"MidSummers! Body count 3,080. Safe!" announced Mike. "Key Pieces..." he looked at the crowd and slowly dropped his eyes to the paper. "4,569..."

The gang smiled together. "I know he made." muttered Truls. "We got a surplus..." Mickey walked to Truls side with a toothpick in his mouth. "I just ate coochie too early."

"Stop fucking with bitches up here..." Truls stressed. "No." he answered defiantly.

"I think Mike hate us. We ain't done shit..." said Sabrina. "Didn't you fuck his sister?" mentioned Truls. Sabrina moved away.

They couldn't see it, but Mike was smiling. "OCTGN! 7,111!" Mickey threw his toothpick. "Let's go." he walked away from them. "Where are you going?"

"I know his ass is cheating!" he pointed in the crowd. "Bring yo' ass!"

"Bureaucrats!" they both stood and listened. Mike shook his head. "998." Truls bottom lip fell. "DEMONIX!" Mike hollered. He chuckled, "11,395."