Piece 4
1950; September 9th
If I don't go on a killing spree soon, then you can dress me in gold and white and call me Jesus. I would have to be a saint or out of my right mind to not want to kill every human; at the least. Not a single one has a brain. They are smoking some disgusting and distasteful shit. I've caught on to their horrible language usage, too. Itachi or somebody please put me out of my suffering.
The rank smell of skunk flowed through the apartment we were renting. This shit is what they called "weed". It made my head spin and my senses go wild. I could see my field of vision narrow every time I smelled it.
"Are you alright?" Itachi asked me softly. His eyes were glowing and the tattoo around them growing. I could see the dark red -almost black- blood veins in his eyes converging. A contact high. It was disgusting. He and I both dread our neighbors. They were called "hippies".
"Frank Sinatra released a new song didn't he?" Itachi had asked me. Frank Sinatra was the only music I ever did listen too... Besides the Ink Spots.
"No."
"Huh?"
"Vocal cord hemorrhage."
"Oh, poor human." Things were already awkward lately between the two of us.
"Well~..."
"Want to watch a movie?"
"No, I'm hungry."
"Why?"
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"Where's the phone?"
"Why?"
"Can a vampire be affected by marijuana?"
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"Kakuzu."
"Yes, Itachi, it is me." The stitched vampire answered.
"Can vampires be affected by herbs such as marijuana?"
"Are you saying you and Sasuke are intoxicated?"
"We feel odd and Sasuke has the munchies."
"I never knew a vampire could get stoned."
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"Well, isn't that, weird?" I said and walked to our fridge. "Damn it! Itachi! I'm hungry!"
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A lack of blood causes us to be affected in more humanly ways.
More to come, and here is where things will get a but short, sorry.