Vampire Manifesto by Rashaad Bell Read Free Book Online

other people. Some things are just yours and yours alone to do with as you see fit.
    “ Well, whoever he is he’s cute.” Abigail admitted.
    “ Abby, you think everybody is cute.” I responded.
    “ Uh, no not really. Only the ones that are.” She exclaimed. “You still coming with us to The Dave’s?”
    “ Yeah, but I thought that wasn’t till later.”
    “ Madison, it is later. It’s already ten p.m.” Abigail headed towards the door. “Aiden wants to be there before eleven.”
    “ Yeah, I’ll be ready.”
    Abigail disappeared around the corner. I must have really zoned out, because we got home around two in the afternoon. I took a step back and really looked at the painting, at the amazing amount of detail I had poured into it. I had lost myself inside my mind again. I do that sometimes, getting so wrapped up in artistic outlets that hours pass like minutes to me.
    I simply stared at the canvas, at the man whose been trying to kill me in my sleep while he stared back.
    It didn’t take me long to get ready. I had to shower of course, rinse the paint that had splattered over my body down the drain. Abigail had taken it upon herself to pick out an outfit for me. Something extremely skimpy that, honestly, I don’t remember ever buying. I put it on anyway. Sometimes it was better to just appease the beast then to antagonize it.
    I came downstairs and Aiden took one look at me and almost shit a brick. Back upstairs I went to change. This time when I returned he was a lot more satisfied. Just a pair of shorts and a faded Rainbow Brite tank top. Abigail threw her hands up in disgust. She was, by far, a diva when it came to clothes. The fashion Nazi. Back upstairs I went to change again.
    This time I chose a pair of super tight jeans and a green polo shirt. If either one of them doesn’t like it, they can bite me.
    “ Who’s driving?” I asked, coming down the steps for a third time.
    “ I will.” Aiden volunteered. “Cause I am not driving back.”
    “ Please! Don’t fool yourself; you’ve been banned from driving. For life.”
    “ Besides, nobody ever drives back from The Dave’s.” Interjected Abigail. “Their crib is like the universal crash spot.”
    “ Well I don’t care if we crash there overnight or not, but I can’t miss another day of school tomorrow.” I announced.
    “ Don’t get all 1984.” Said Aiden. “The Thought Police will still be there in the morning.”
    “ Shut up Aiden, Madison’s right, I’m not missing class again either.”
    “ Whatever-whatever, well burn that bridge when we come to it. Let’s get up out of here though.”
    “ I don’t think we should take Dads car.” I said. “You know how he is; I don’t want it to get messed up.”
    “ What’s the point of having a car like that if you you’re not gonna drive it? It’s like buying a brand new computer that only has a floppy disk drive and no Internet.” He complained.
    “ Hey, like you said, Dad left you in charge, not me. Let the chips fall where they may on that one.”
    “ Then I get to drive right?” He asked.
    “ No.” I didn’t even wait to hear him cry about it, but he didn’t.
    We took The Rolling Stone anyway; Aiden did have a point about that. This was a once in a lifetime deal we had going on here with that car. I don’t know what possessed Dad to leave the keys with us, I wasn’t even allowed to look at the Rolling Stone with my eyes directly, only at a tilt, but I doubt if we would get another chance like this again.
    So we piled into the car and hit the blacktop with a vengeance.
    The Dave’s didn’t live that far from us really, maybe fifteen minutes if you took the long way. It was a nice little two-story house, perfect for the two of them. Much too expensive then they could afford, yet they managed to pull off rent every month and that’s what really counts in the end.
    Half of America lived that way.
    I could tell the place was packed by the sheer number of cars parked