by Sa'id Salaam
Bruh, you can have her. She’s pretty and the sex is bananas, but she ain't worth a damn. I lost all my friends behind her since she fucked them all. Wish it was her in that truck, he thought back and smiled. They casually wished each other the worst as they ate the best tacos in the city.
"Oh and here's our deal. It's one of those take it or leave it type of deals," Prince explained as he passed copies all around. Except to Matt, since he only said yes when Dirt told him to say yes.
Why didn't I think of that? Meech shouted inside his head as he read the point structure.
How I'm supposed to screw you like they screwed me? Dirt wondered as he read those same conditions. It was something rare in the music biz a fair contract.
"I’on like the—" Dirt began and Prince began to stand. "Where you going?"
"Home. Since you 'ont like something. Whatever," Prince shrugged like it was no big deal. It wasn't since he had the power of hypnosis and could make him do whatever he wanted. Still it was more fun to force his hand the old fashion way and make him do it on his own.
"Nah, I don't like this font! I'm a New Times Roman dude myself. I like it. I like it!" he shouted and turned a few heads. He would still make a million or two instead of the tens of million he stood to make from the deal he had in mind. The same deal he signed when he started that had his manager eating better than he was.
"Well, let's sign on the dotted line. I may have a date tonight," Prince said as the married woman gave a French Fry some head to show him what she was working with. Her husband saw it too and stood. He was too dignified to cause a scene but too proud to sit there and take it.
Dirt shook his head in disbelief as he signed his name and the deal was done. Meech was all teeth and gums when it settled in that he had made it. It didn't escape him that Prince negotiated his own deal but he was still the proud recipient of twenty percent of his income. Now they had to get down to work.
"We can do something with my girls next. Them girls can sing!" he declared.
"Bury they faces in the sand. Them bitches are hit!" Dirt laughed. Matt laughed too but Prince paid attention to Meech. He had a good heart and wanted to help the girls. Prince did too now. How ugly could they really be?
"A'ight, cuz. Hit me up when you ready to get us in the studio," Dirt said and stood.
"ASAP!" he shot back and stood. The men exchanged pounds and went their separate ways. Prince stayed behind to meet his dinner.
"Well, hello there!" the woman smiled and greeted as he took the seat her now estranged husband had just vacated. "I'm Amanda."
"Prince," Prince said and peered into her eyes. He saw nothing good in her and knew he had a meal. He would fuck her for desert and then eat her for dinner.
"I would have thought you were a king," she complimented and batted her eyes. All unnecessary since she had already been selected.
"Let's get out of here," he suggested and stood. She tossed back the rest of her drink and stood, as well. Prince smiled since alcohol makes the blood thin and flow easier. She wobbled slightly and followed him out to his car.
Prince decided to do her husband a favor and took her to a hotel instead of his home. Using his crematorium would ensure she was never found and he wanted her to be found.
"Was that your husband?" he asked even though he knew the answer. It was just small talk to fill the space between the restaurant and the hotel.
"Yes, with his soft ass. Ugh! He can't handle a woman like me. I sleep around and he does nothing! Had another man’s baby on him and he does nothing!" she ranted. Prince lost one of his appetites as he listened to her rant about her husband. She hated the man for being a good man. Prince was awfully self righteous for a monster.
"Here we are," he cut in when they reached their destination. They rented a room and went inside. Amanda immediately began to strip the moment he closed the door behind them. He went into the bathroom and ran a hot bath while she undressed. She was still running her mouth about her husband when she slid into the tub.
Prince almost changed his mind when he got a look of her in her birthday suit. He could punish her with the dick, but she would still get some pleasure and she didn't deserve it.
"Aren't you going to join me?" she pouted when he hadn't began to undress.
"Nah," he said and pulled her wrist up to his mouth to drink from the tap.
"Kinky!" Amanda giggled. She enjoyed sordid sex she found around town while her husband stayed home but this was new, and painful. She really didn't like it when he used his claw to slit both her wrist. "I don't think I like this?"
He drank from one while the other turned the water red. Prince ignored her protest and continued to drink. He almost got carried away but caught himself when she passed out from lack of blood. It looked like she took her own life in the tub.
"You did the world a favor," he told the soon to be corpse and left the room. A pack of plasma would top him off once he got home but he still had another thirst to quench.
*****
"Thanks for coming to get me," Roshawn said stoically when she hopped in the passenger seat.
"My pleasure," he said since she was already leaning over to remove him from his pants and get him into her mouth.
Her stepfather and brothers had trained the girl by literally running trains on the girl. They fucked her for free and she still went hungry and without. She turned to the streets to do the same thing she did at home but got paid for it.
"I think I'll keep you," Prince decided as her head bobbed below. She managed a smile despite a mouthful of dick, then through it into overdrive. He rewarded her with a protein shake and resumed the ride to his house.
Once they arrived, Prince took her upstairs and rocked her to sleep. He dressed in all black and headed back into the night. He could move must faster on foot than his car which would draw attention if he sped across town. Instead, he transformed into a black blur and headed to Roshawn's house.
"Hope that's her!" Benny said when he heard the front door open and close.
"I got first!" his older brother, Walt, insisted. Benny could only suck his teeth since he was regulated to sloppy seconds.
"I got first!" their father, David, announced when he came out. Benny sucked his teeth again as he slipped to thirsty thirds.
"You do have first," Prince agreed as he stepped into the room. The men all opened their mouths to protest, but Prince shut them up with his mind. "Now, since you like head so much..."
Benny frowned when he was lost control of his body. He was unable to prevent himself from going over and going down on his father. Prince commanded Walt to join in so he did.
"I'll have a look around," Prince said since the three were busy with their threesome. The family lived in poverty, so Roshawn was their main source of entertainment. He was still shocked to see her mother in her bed watching TV.
"Who are you?" the nearly five hundred pound woman asked in labored breaths. The fat in her throat actually gurgled when she spoke. Prince's fangs slid out automatically. The vampire’s version of an instant erection.
All vampires know virgins have the best blood but were hard to find in adults. Babies fit that bill but only monsters drank the sweet blood of infants. Third on the list would have to be the obese. Most were diabetic, which gave them a sweet taste, as well. Some fat people tasted like red liquorice and who doesn't love liquorice. Other tasted like cake or even sweet potato pie, and everyone loves sweet potato pie.
"Oh my!" he said and blinked like it was too good to be true. He was happy he didn't drink too much so he could have some room.
"Are you gone rape, me?" she asked hopefully as he approached. She hadn't had any dick from her husband since her daughter reached puberty. He was looking right up her tent-sized nightshirt at her big thighs.
"Absolutely not," he said and pushed her large legs apart. He licked his lips and leaned in to feed.
"Ouch!" the woman said when he bit through the fat and found her femoral artery. A satisfying f
low of sweet blood began to fill his mouth. It was like a Thanksgiving meal as he gorged himself. She didn't protest and let him feed.
"I'll see you again, soon," he said as he stood. He couldn't drain the large woman if he had tried. Instead, she would be a sweet treat for special occasions.
"Okay," the woman said and drifted off to sleep. Walt and his brother were still blowing their father when Prince returned.
"Kill yourselves," he suggested as he passed through the room. David retrieved his trusty revolver and pressed it against his temple. A tug on the trigger sent a .38 caliber slug speeding through his head.
He and the gun fell but Benny picked it up and did the same thing. Walt frowned since he didn't want to but was unable to stop himself. He pried the gun from his brother’s hand and fired a round into his head, as well. Prince would keep Roshawn long enough to miss the crime scene. Then he could quench his hunger and thirst in the same place. He could fuck the daughter and drink from the mother.
CHAPTER 3
"You be vamping, huh?" Meech asked when Prince pulled up to the studio.
"What do you mean?" he asked intently. He leaned in to listen to his mind just in case he said something other than what was on it.
"Like you like to record all night. Like a vampire," he explained. He had to just explain it to his woman who wanted him in bed beside her at night.
"Oh," Prince smiled in relief. He liked the man but would feed on him and feed him into his crematorium rather than let his secret get out. He learned from Katrina that his survival depended upon his secrecy. "Yeah, vamping."
"Well, let's get to it then!" Meech said and led the way inside the studio building.
The record label that owned Dirt and now Prince also owned half the acts in town. As a result, they bought a huge building on the industrial side of the city to house their studio complex. Hobos and crack hoes milled around the gated complex like a scene from the Walking Dead.
"Room B," a guard advised when they stepped inside.
"B? OK, B. B is good," Meech nodded and looked around for a clue which way room B was.
"Right next to room A," the guard said and pointed down the hall.
"That's right, B! I had thought you said..." Meech laughed and led the way. Prince let him lead even though he knew he'd never been there before. He had never made it this far in the industry but he was there now.
"Look," Prince said and paused just before they entered. "Stay loyal. Don't cross me and I'll make you rich."
Prince went inside his head once again and saw nothing but honesty and loyalty as his large head nodded up and down. They shook on it and went inside. The large room was dominated by a huge, mixing console. It was flanked by all kinds of modules with blinking lights and knobs. Keyboards were stacked three high on three stands. Meech felt slightly light headed when they walked in. Meanwhile, Prince's dick got hard since he loved this shit.
"Here they are!" a light skinned man with long dread locs announced with a hint of sarcasm. Meech picked up on it and showed some of that loyalty in his client’s defense.
"Session don't start until the Dark Prince is in the building!" he said loud and proud and looked to Prince for approval.
"Word. Anyway, I'm Prince," he said and extended his hand.
"Adam Salah. I'm your producer and engineer," he replied. Now it was Meech's turn to fan girl when he recognized one of the hottest producers in the game.
"Cuz pulled out the big guns, huh!" Meech cheered. The hit maker in front of them guaranteed them a hit. His name on a track guaranteed radio play in every market in every city.
"Nah, the label did. They got ahold of the video from the showcase," he explained. "So you better bring your A game!"
Little did the two mortal men know, Prince had been doing this for decades. He had sat in on studio sessions from the eighties with RunDMC and Public enemy, the nineties with NWA and Ice Cube, then again down in New Orleans when Cash Money became millionaires.
As a result, he was quick and proficient in the booth. Once they picked a few tracks, he stepped into the soundproof booth. Adam would pull them up and Prince would knock them down. An hour before dawn and they had three hit records in the bag.
"How about, this..." Adam asked and pulled up another track. All heads bobbed but it was not to be. At least not tonight.
"Next time, burn me a copy and I'll write something to it," Prince said since a beep on his watch alerted him to the approaching dawn.
"But we rolling!" the producer protested. He was one of those lab rats who practically lived behind a mixing board. Plus, he got paid by the beat now, then again with half the publishing when it hit the airwaves. Last, Prince was everything they said he was and he wanted him all to himself.
"Yeah, well..." Prince said over his shoulder as he walked towards the door. He had gotten enough out of the producer’s head to know that he was the man. They would work around his nocturnal lifestyle.
"I guess I can put a mix on some of these?" Adam asked and answered himself with a nod. A real engineer will turn knobs and twist dials for days after a song has been laid.
"I guess I'll go on home too then," Meech announced since he had no reason to stay. He only hoped it was one of those golden hours when his girl was up and his baby was sleep, so he could get him some late night loving.
*****
Prince awoke late afternoon and stretched. He no longer urinated but still woke up with a piss hard on. It was afternoon wood since he didn't do mornings anymore. Morning was the new night and he was just turning in.
"Let's see what you guys have been up to?" he said and turned to the news. He could always count on the city's high crime rate to amuse him. It also helped hide his own thirst for blood.
“Another bloody night in Atlanta...” the pretty reporter reported with an incongruent smile. She relayed the latest deaths to add to the record setting year as if giving the weather report.
"I need to check them out," Prince mused in response to a gang war on the city's south side. The bloodletting would be a smorgasbord for the vampire.
He spent the rest of the day writing songs and watching gory movies. Meech disturbed his groove shortly before nightfall.
"You ready to lay some more heat!" he cheered when Prince answered. He was so excited, he didn't register his response until halfway through his next sentence. "They all singles too but we.... wait, what?"
"Not tonight. I have some research to do," he repeated since he missed it the first time.
"I—I, umm, okay," Meech said, stuttering. He wouldn't mind staying home with his family. At the rate they laid down songs last night, the project would be done in no time flat. "I'll just see you tomorrow then, playboy!"
"Tomorrow night," Prince agreed and clicked off. He dressed to kill and set out to do just that.
Prince drove over to where he kept his play car parked since he didn't want his main car to be seen near too many crime scenes. Not to mention the shiny, new car drew too much attention. It was a magnet for young chicks, but he wasn't hunting for pussy tonight.
He switched cars and drove down to the south side of town. The sounds of gunfire in the thick summer night air directed him to the hood like a tour guide. A police cruiser cruised right by like it didn't hear the shots ringing, and he knew he was in the right spot.
Two local gangs shared one large apartment complex on Campbellton road. They were very similar to him in that they slept by day and killed by night except they lived with grandmamas and baby mamas. Oh and Prince killed to eat while they killed for sport. Most times because tonight Prince planned to do both.
He saw the two factions had literally drew a line in the sand using spray paint on the asphalt. He parked since he needed to be up close and personal. It was good timing as the groups both took cover behind their neighbors and aunties cars and began shooting at each other. Prince became a blur as he moved in to help the matters along.
"Hey!" a thug whined when Prince lifted him up from his
crouched position. He was straight in the line of fire and someone fired at him.
"Nice shot!" Prince remarked when the boy was hit in his throat. The bullet knocked his Adam’s Apple away and allowed Prince to drink straight from the ragged wound.
He made sure not to drink too much since the night was young and bodies were dropping on both sides. Prince felt his pulse slow to the point of no return and dropped him. He rushed across enemy lines and caught another body before it reached the ground.
"Help me," the wounded man pleaded. The gaping wound in his chest was courtesy of an AK 47.
"Sure," Prince said and stuck his mouth into the flow of blood. He tossed that one to the side and fed on another before he died. The gunfire stopped as quickly as it started and tonight’s battle was over.
One man limped away with a nonfatal leg wound. It became fatal when Prince spotted him and sped to his side.
"Arrrgh!" the man screamed as the monster dragged him on the side of the building. Prince was more animal than man during the furious feeding frenzy. He bit away most of the man’s calf muscle and held him upside down with one hand while he fed.
"What the fuck!" a man shouted when he came across the gory sight. Prince snarled and let out a roar that could be heard from a mile away. The feeding subsided and he slowly transformed back into a man.
"Well, that was fun," Prince said as he got back into his car and drove away from the scene. His next stop would be Roshawn's cervix since he couldn't get any deeper inside her than that.
*****
"Sup, bruh. You up?" Meech asked when Prince took his call. He made sure to wait until after noon before making the call.
"Yeah," Prince drawled lazily as Roshawn gave him some head for the road. They had sex until the dawn and drifted off to sleep. She offered a going away blowjob present before her Uber arrived.
"Good. I got us a few shows lined up! May as well build a buzz and make some dough while we recording the album," he suggested. Come to find out ten thousand dollars isn't as much as it seems to people who never had ten thousand dollars. The family was so far behind and so much in need, they ran through it rather quickly.
