Hello Brooklyn - Chapter 3
Hey. Pic is of Scarr.
"Hiya, and welcome to 'Hello Brooklyn,' My name is Aura, and I will be your waitress this evening, can I get you any drinks?" My walls were down, and I couldn't help but read all of their minds at once. The mother of the family thought "Whore, bouncing up here, all perky. Makin' my husband look at her body. Wish he would look at me that way." The man, obviously her husband, leered at me, and thought;
"Ooh, only if my wife looked that young. Wish I was 20 years younger. There'd be no holdin' me back from grabbin' that sweet young..." I stopped listening. Disgusted. Men. The young girl, probably only 14 was on her mobile.
"Why won't he text me. Maybe I should text him.... I don't want to seem desperate. I'll leave it 5 more minutes. Maybe 2. Or I'll just text him now...." I smiled and tuned into the young boys. Good God. This boy was about 16, and his thoughts were exactly the same as his father's. I put on the fake smile I practiced so often in the mirror, and asked again,
"So, your orders?" They reeled off their orders, while giving me, and the rest of their family looks. I gave the note paper to Ambrosias who said;
"Thank you, girl! Now. What are we gonna do about that beau of yours...?" He asked, leaning forward on his spatula.
"Nothin', bro'. Cause there's no 'beau' to deal with!" I said, using quotation marks with my fingers. The Southern accent I've been around so much for the last 50 years beginning to show over my fading French. Sometimes it comes back. Only when I speak French.
"You know you wanna tap that." He said, pointing his spatula at me, in an accusative manner.
"No, you wanna tap that." I pointed my pen at him in the same way, raising my eyebrows.
"Girl! You're even more badass that scar was when we first picked you up!" He leaned forward and pinched my cheek in a kind way. I smiled and walked away, swaying my hips. He let out a low whistle and called out,
"Girl, if anyone could ever change my mind, it'd be you!" I laughed out loud and wiggled my hips back at him. In no time at all, their burgers and onion fries were ready for me to take.
"Ready?" I asked, getting ready to balance four plates on two hands.
"Almost... hold your horses girl! You know the secret ingredient has to be added last!" He said, sticking his tongue out with concentration as he added the last ingredient. It was kept in a small opaque vial, so no one could see in it. He tipped it, and one drop of the substance fell out onto each plate. Instantly, the food absorbed it, as though craving it as much as we do.
"Are you sure it's right to add blood to the food?" I asked desperately. They know I don't like it. He sighed and tutted at me.
"Girl, you ask me everyday. And everyday, I give the same answer. I don't give a damn whether it's right or not, all I know, is that the blood bags love it. They come back. We get their money. Loretta is happy. When Loretta is happy, we're happy," he recited. He's right. The same answer everyday, only I can't help thinking that mama and papa are looking down on me, shedding tears at what their daughter is doing to innocent people. But it's crucial to my survival. And that's all that matters. Plus, it's not doing any harm to them! It's simply making them come back... again and again and again. Though, every so often, we get new blood; a new family is roped into the intricate web of our world. Our bar. Our way of life.
"Loretta! We're takin' our break!" I yelled into her office, and as there was no reply, I took that as a green light. Me, Scarr, Tory, Chuck, Lyna and Alex went through the back entrance of the bar and out into the cool night air. I breathed in the crisp fresh air and everyone else but Chuck did the same. He inhaled a huge amount of nicotine. Tory swooned and telepathically whispered to me, "Isn't he dreamy..." since Scarr, Tory and I were made vampires all at once, we had a connection that Loretta and Ambrosias found very interesting. They tried everything to discover the bond that holds us three girls together.
Alex, Lyna and Chuck lit up a cigarette, and offered Tory and Scarr and I one each, like they always do, and like we always do, we declined. Even though I'm dead, I was given a second chance. I'm not going to waste away my second chance by killing my lungs with tar. Even though it won't kill me, the principle is still there.
"So." Chuck began. "When are you going to sleep with that band boy?" He asked, leaning against the door, and Tory leaning into him. They looked so content with each other, and I wanted that...
"How about... never!" I said, hugging my arms around myself, even in the South the evenings are still cold.
"You know he's crazy about you," Alex giggled. Maybe there was more than just nicotine in these cigarettes. I snatched it off her, and laughed in turn while she glared at me.
"For your own good." I announced, both to Lyna and Alex.
"You're not taking his cigarette of him." Lyna said grumpily. Somebody holds a grudge.
"Because I'm a big boy. And she doesn't feel responsible for me. You two are her little underlings. You have to do what she says, she saved you. So ha!" He said, inhaling triumphantly.
They both sighed, and kind of swooned at him. Although none of them would never make a move on him. Tory could kill both of them in a millisecond. You've most likely heard of Jack the ripper, but what the stories, myths and legends didn't tell you, is that there was no Jack the ripper. It was Jacqueline the ripper. She killed ladies of unfavorable character, and drank their blood. Loretta was pleased with her, but I was not. She changed her ways shortly after she met Chuck. I think he brings out the best in her. The sweet maid that I grew up with.
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