Eve sat in a booth at the far end corner of The Nile.... a little bar she had come across five years back when she had been seeing Reed. They use to meet at that bar before going over to Space a nightclub motel spot for magic. Eve had been too aware, that was the problem with most blacks, they were too intune with the laws of nature.....spiritual invovelments. The masses though now choosed to tune out by taking drugs and over-indulging in liquior but sometimes in those states the truth is applified and they slowly, painfully would go insane. That was the real reason we now how the slaughtered bloodbaths that filled the ghetto's and black communities. Too much for our own good. But Eve thought to herself she couldn't change anything at this point and to be intoxicated would be a welcome relief.
The Nile was the perfect place..... she loved the ideal of walking below ground into the bar, it put things in its proper perspective as going down with sinners to sin...that was her intent to over indulge...and the fact that she was now a walking dead only fit.
The Nile Bar was an itimate spot dark and very elligent....the floors and walls were redbrick...the bar, tables and chairs were black marble....the padding of the chair was a deep mahogony on the seats and back which matched the drapery the hung from the slite triangle windows that ran along the edges of the ceiling....the only lights were the ones that stretched across the back of the mirrors at the bar and in the restrooms...other than that as a centerpiece on each table there were three smallround floating candles in one round glass bowl that was filled with a jasemine fragrance.
No matter what time you went in there it was night. After 9pm weeknights at the front of the bar on a little stage under the structure of the stairs......their was a pianist to enjoy who on weekends was join by a very attrative black jazz vocalist CeCe Daniels...she was an average size woman in her late thirties that had a brassy almost southern sound. The stage was set-up with a red suede like backdrop or depending on the the pianist mood it would be a deep navy blue when red the floor of the stage had a thisk red carpet with a round bar stoll covered with a red table cloth sitting on it would be a pitcher of water a glass and a vase with long stem red roses....when the backdrop was blue the floor would be covered with a thick blue carpet and the stool would be covered with a black table cloth and instead of red roses it was white roses. The pianist was a younger white man named John with a tall slender built who was well traveled and educated. Him and Eve spoke and had dinner there a couple times. He learned to stay clear of her if her mood was to be lefted alone.....but tonight on this rainy night it was hard to tell.
In the center of the bar on the ceiling there was a huge plant in a multi colored cermac bowl that strecthed across the white stuclked ceiling wonderful deep dark green leaves...the shorter leaves just hung but the longer leaves were held-up by tacks and clear string.. Eve sat and drink her congac the more she drink she though of things that had seem to escape her mind..... like her name Eve.....betcha momma didn't know the power that that name held....."mother of all" Eve broke out into a loud laughter that seemed to shake the grounds and walls and it certainly shook the souls of all that was around...
Everybody turn to look to see what kind of creature that let out such a sound.... they were only greeted with a figure and the color of carmel hands with long clear finger nails an onxy ring on the left hand place on the index finger and an unk ring on the other hand index finger...her hair was so thick and black that it covered her face completely when she was looking down... several people turned back around a contiued with whatever lies or laughably possible truths they were talking about. Eve could feel a few whose stares were going to be on her until they saw that she wasn't some kind of monster (too many scary movies)Eve thought to herself which made her want to laugh aloud again....but what was the use release?
Eve wanted another drink anyway so she minus well ease a few hearts while she was at it. The bartender Lee always brought her drinks personally. Lee was a middleage dark blackman well built for bouncer or security, he had very distinctive lines in his face when he made certain expression which made him very desirable to her. Eve had vowed not to get to close to anyone....and even flirting too much with him was sure to lead to diaster. With her right hand she picked up her shot glass finishing her drink as she took her head back to swallow some of her carmel round face was revealed still not enough to remove some of the onlookers stares so after she sat the drink back down, with the same hand the drink was in she spreaded her fingers and removed the rest of the hair from her face revealing her big dow eyes and round full lips...an angel that put to rest the stares for fear reasons, now the looks were because of curiousity....why was someone as young as here in a place like this alone? Why was she drinking and laughing to herself? How did all that voice come from such a pretty young thang like her?
Eve focused her eyes on Lee and her unreturned glance Eve thought would eliminate most if not all of the eye offers for anyone to come join her. Lee caught her eyes and after taking care of a youngman and his lady friend he walked over to her booth with her drink....flashing that seasoned smile of his he said..."I see your going to shake things up tonight" Eve looked up and smiled back "I know my laugh catches people attention that is something I just can't help....thank you Lee," "For sure lady this one is on the house" they looked at each other eye-to-eye for a brief second Eve took more away from the encounter than Lee only because she could see his soul(Literally)...she could read his mind...she could feel his heart...and smell his blood. How sooooo much more desireable he was to her now...she quickly turned away breaking his glare he blinked and leaned down real close to her face to make sure she was the only one who heard his words...more importantly that she didn't miss anything...."this is against everything I told and promised myself when I became a bartender I pride myself in being different but I want to know you....baby I want to love you" he took his fingers and lifted Eve's head so that her eyes meet back-up with his..."I mean that think about that"
........feeling a little bit of embarassment he removed his hands standing there wanting and waiting for her to say something to ease the akwardness of the situation..but she just sat there and dropped her eyes again...."Let me know" he whispered as he turned and walked away. Eve heart started racing it had been so long since she had taken part in pleasures of the flesh.......the blood of the undead had different effects on African/Egytain bloodlines than it did on European bloodlines.....It had been months since she sucked the blood of a young dealer who crossed her path.
Jason was tall six one he had that redbone skin and what living in the streets, in and out of jail did for him was keep his body tight....she remember the pull and his grip and wouldn't have mined keeping him around for a while but his mentality was fucked and if he was to have been turned the world would have been in alot of trouble. Anyway she didn't get him to enjoy him she got him becasue it was time to feed. She had gotten so high off him that she went back for seconds..... poitent it was like a heroin addict using feeling the drug going into their viens for the very first time. Her head flew back and she almost lost her balance it flowed through her body reaching her thighs and exploding inside of her.
His blood was so fresh and pure even with cannibas in his system....a paradise was found in him that night. Maybe because it had been her first time in two years. But then again it may have been the amount of cannbas in his system.... what researcher didn't know or did know but kept real quiet like was the benefits cannibas did for the blood...the flow. And it had been even longer since she had made love.
Five years ago.....it had been such an experience with Reed making love with him took away her desire almost entirely for the slaughter. To live with him never even knowing what she was. But it was the love she had for him that stopped her from letting him in on her life and giving him the gift for white bloodlines and the curse for black bloodlines of eternal life. It was torture losing him....She had only been out and roaming again now bout a year. But Eve she couldn't ignore what she saw in Lee's eyes....alot of what she saw in Reed's but the time.... was fucking with her...Time was making her see a great fulfillment in nakely sitting on Lee's lap riding him while he cling to her hair and body kissing and sucking all over her...to feel a mans hand pulling her down on to him so he could go further inside of her. She couldn't help thinking that even now in immortality she still yearn to be loved and taking care of. Even now being 227-years old...she was tired of roaming the world alone...tired of keeping a secret with no one to share it...But how would she? would she tell him give him a choice? or would she do it to him like it was done to her? One thing was for sure she was going to make that vision come true ....she was going to fulfil her desire and everything else would fall into place
******************************************************This is a small piece of the story that I am working on BloodLine is going to follow her history(African-American) as well as some interesting facts of American History...I know alot of mispelled (what else is new)words but tell me what you think anyway
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Reviewed by LaMonte Henderson
2/19/2004
You are a very talented writer. I really like your style of storytelling...
I hope you're taking creative writing in college because you've got a ton of talent - liked your descriptions of the seedy side and the warped slant of your characters. These are people I've seen but don't know much about. So teach me... Keep going on this one. Lots of potential. (You gotta get a book called The Elements of Style by E.B White and William Strunk Jr.). Fantastic write! RD
::rubbing eyes:: and does a double take. Wow this one is good.
Reviewed by lovechild
9/14/2002
when I come to AD I always come to your site....you always have something interesting here.....this story is very descriptive and I agree with Kevin hope you post more to this.....
Reviewed by Hakeem
9/14/2002
Awsome Dude !!!!!!!!!!
Reviewed by Jim Smith
9/12/2002
Mitzi- I like the beginnings. This is definitely deeper than a short story allows. I don't know if this voice is close to yours, but I think it sounds like I am talking to Eve when I am reading.
