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Chapter 1

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o the beginning of a vampire
who started off as a slave
traded to work on a plantation in South Carolina
his name is is maahes this is his story

" Never take a gift from one hand if you can't see what's in the other ."

Chapter 1

The day I became a vampire defines my whole life. It feels like it was a few weeks past , but the weeks number in the thousands and the years in the hundreds.

1786..

The whip cracked my flesh, and my scream clawed to the heavens. My body was suspended between two wooden poles in front of the masters house. My skin ripped at every lash and the sun burned me with an intensity that even the whip couldn't match. There was a crowd of slave and slave owners watching me with ridiculing eyes.
SLASH!
"That's right niggger!"
SLASH!

"Boy you gon remember this ass whooping!" Jebediah laughed. He was a short fat white man with a bald spot hidden by a wide brimmed hat, his speech slurred from whiskey, and his mouth dripping wet from the wad of tobacco between his gums; it is his pudgy hand that holds the whip.
"You tar lipped b*tch! You got the nerve to put your monkey paws on me?!" He roared and cracked the whip again.
Earlier that day, the slaves and I were in our daily labor of picking the three hundred acres of cotton that surrounded the plantation. I had been working for barely two hours and my clothes were already dripping with sweat, my shoulders sore from carrying heavy bags of cotton. As I bent over another cotton bush, taking care that the green thorns around the cotton didn't stab my fingers, I heard a scream and I looked up.
Jebediah was standing a few yards away using a wooden cane to beat a pregnant slave because she couldn't work at the same pace as the rest of us, her hands clutched her swollen stomach in pain as she cowered in the dirt. Every time his whip spilled blood I felt rage build in my heart and hate pump into my veins. All the other n*ggers continued picking cotton, pretending like they couldn't hear the woman's screams but I couldn't bear the sight of this crime anymore.
I dropped the sack of cotton over my shoulder and ran towards them. As he raised the whip to bring it down one more time to the woman I grabbed his arm from behind before he could bring it down. He turned around and looked at me in shock and anger.
" Get your hands off of me you n*gger!" He said and then tried to push me away, I grabbed him by both arms and over powered, the natural strength native to my tribe was honed from the hours I laboured. As the look in his eyes shifted from anger to fear I lifted him in the air and then slammed him on the ground with full force. Before I was given more time to inflict the revenge that all of us deserved, black rifles and silver machetes were drawn and pointed at me. The Slave Drivers holding them roared for me to stop immediately or both the pregnant slave and I would be killed. ...twenty fours hours later I was being beaten as a public show for all to see .
I whipped my head back in agony and brought it back down slowly, glaring at the face of my spectators, a mix of broken negroes and rich whites staring at me with pure enjoyment. The white people present I hated with a passion that ached in my heart and burned in my spirit as they jeered and pointed at me in amusement, pale faces creased with amusement at my agony. Yet the negroes I hated no less. As they watched me, people although not from my own tribe suffering the same captivity yet none took action to help, regardless of the fact they outnumbered these pale faced creatures by one hundred even. But in between pauses that the whip found a home in my flesh I had flashes of memory to my old life.
Three years ago. I was fourteen years old, living In a place far under the beating sun, where young boys dueled each other with spears and daggers in anticipation of the day they would hunt and provide food for their families. In the middle of the memory I was brought back to reality as I felt the familiar crack on my back again. The pain made me burn with anger as I remembered the first day I saw them, the big canoes, docked at one of my favorite beaches to play at as a child, but it had now had become of place nostalgia and horror. I remembered the stir of worry and confusion that the message from the intertribal herald caused about the strange foreigners.
I remembered the warning from the elders about the chalk skinned people , how they had come from across the Big River and had enslaved and captured the nearest tribe and took them over the Big River for a life of endless labor. That same day I had planned to go to that beach and make a necklace for a beautiful girl in my village.
Amazing beautiful almond shaped eyes and a body that was the talk of the village from miles away. In the midst of the pain I closed my eyes in memory of her smile, in the music of her laugher and warmth of her touch. Touch so many other village boys desired her, yet it was obvious that in me i she found what she wanted. For a second I felt the pride in my chest hidden under the veal of my captivity, rise at the thought of her admiration for me, She loved the sound of my deep melodic voice that had made me a popular storyteller.

She loved the way my body felt at her touch, muscles smooth and sinewy but toned and strong from days and nights running through the jungles and fields head in the clouds as was my past time. That day, I had planned to get her pearls and shells from the ocean to make a beautiful necklace for my marriage proposal and despite what any man said I was not going to let some foreigner with " fire sticks" as what was rumored that they had stop me.
"N*gger slash! n*gger slash! n*gger! n*gger your cuts is gettin bigger!" Jebedhiah yelled in glee after each hit. Wow, he is really enjoying this, iImust have hit him pretty hard. I thought to myself in my weariness.
"Alright there Jebadiah stop! i think he learned his lesson! he might be rebellious n*gger but he's still one of the best workers we got." I heard Master Orlando say.

"Are you sure?!" Jebadiah roared back, "I want to make sure that n*gger knows. What's waiting for him if he gets cocky again!"
As they talked I looked in the direction where I heard the plantation masters voice coming from. There he stood in front of me with superior grin on his face, knowing that if he wanted me dead two words could decide my fate. I looked around him and then squinted, he was surrounded by other Slave Drivers with whips on their hips, but in the midst of them was a figure who caught my eye particularly. Dressed in a black suit like what the rich Europeans wore who visited the plantation every once in a while, stood a figure I wasn't familiar with.
The whole yard was full of new faces, but this one, this one was different. He wore a thick wide brimmed hat with drapes that hung over his head and neck, and white gloves that covered his hands. When I look back on it now I don't know how I never noticed this odd masked man amidst my captors and fellow slaves in the first place.
The figures head wasn't tilted towards me or even facing my direction,... but I could feel his eyes boring into me from behind the curtain-like folds that hung from his hat, I felt a chill creep up my spine that the hot sun bearing on my back couldn't suppress, I didn't know what it was , but I sensed that this man , if it could be that, was not of the human world.
"Hey n*gger, look at me! "
Before I could turn my head I felt the whip come across my chest. I bowed my head from the hurt and lifted it again looking at the man with murder in my eyes..
"Alright n*gger you ready to behave? "He yelled, in silence I met his comical gaze with the fury of my own. I wasn't going to give this fat short fuck the pleasure he wanted, if he had to kill me, then I would except it kindly rather than endure this torment for the rest of my life.
"Apologize boy! Look at me in the eye and say, I'm sorry good kind sir I wont disobey again and apologize to Jesus for outstepping your boundaries as a n*gger!"

Then at the moment I heard the voice, that smooth silky accented voice.
you can be saved you know. It said
I snapped my head up and looked back and forth startled .
"Now look! You done went and beat the sense out the poor n*gger!" I heard one of the white spectators say.
Now that I think about it, at the time I was surrounded by about a hundred humans at the time, so I could have settled with the idea of the voice coming from one of them, it could have been anybody talking ... but
I can save you if you want.
My gaze roamed the heads in front of me and stopped on the stranger I noticed earlier. A deep rooted feeling was telling me that the voice was coming from him. Yes the voice is me, and I am giving you the offer to live and act out your revenge on the people who did this to you, but it will come at a price.

"A price." I muttered aloud weakly." What price?"

" Price what Price? See now he's talking to himself and shit! I tell you I think you done gon ahead and broke the poor n*gger! " Another laughed.

That doesn't matter now, what matters is there is man in front of you with a whip in one hand and a pistol in the other that is on the verge of killing you, do you accept or not?
Freedom? For free? My father had always warned me about offer Never except a gift from one hand if you can't see what's in the other. He always said. I wanted nothing else more than to live, but I didn't know if this was the way I wanted out.
"You heard me the first time n*gger! apologize!" Jebediah roared. "Oh maybe you can't understand !? how about I say it and baboon language?!"
He curled his short pudgy arms like a monkey and walked around in circles making ape noises, the crowd broke into laughter at the man's mockery of my people. As he walked in circles I gathered all the saliva I had left in my mouth, once he got near enough to where I knew I wouldn't miss I spit a long disgusting spittle that landed right on top of his forehead, the laughter stopped.
Jebediah touched his forehead with his hand, brought the palm in front of his face slowly , then looked up at me . I looked at him and grinned widely.
" Go to hell. "I said softly.
The fat Slave Driver wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt and pulled out a small revolver from behind his belt and aimed it my chest and cocked the trigger..
"You're going there first nigger." He yelled.
POP!

"Judge not the monster before you judge what made it."