Seeing “Religious” Freedom in India

A few weeks ago, I went on a mission trip to India where I enjoyed the delicious food, the lively quarter tone music, and the erratic yet exciting traffic. However, more importantly, I witnessed a variety of cultures and religions. In terms of religion, India is very different than the United States as Hinduism is the main religion, followed by Islam as the second main religion. The difference in culture was truly evident in the numerous Hindu temples and the occasional Muslim call to prayer that blasted throughout the city.

Now, when I say the word religious I actually don’t mean religious at all in the sense of including all religions, however am specifically talking about Christianity. First off, being a Christian—a follower of Jesus Christ, is not actually a religion but a relationship. It’s important to understand that through a relationship with Jesus is where the freedom comes. The freedom I saw in India was not the freedom to worship openly on the streets or the ability to declare the name of Jesus to anyone in our sphere of influence as we still are able to do so in the United States; however, what I witnessed was the freedom that comes from knowing and experiencing God.

So, with that in mind, the freedom I witnessed in India was a Jesus filled freedom, the freedom Jesus said that people who believe in him would have.


In a country where it is illegal to share the gospel openly on the street because of “conversion” laws, I saw the beauty of Christians thriving in tough environments and in a society and culture that is against them. I saw thousands of people hungry for the real and astounding power and love of Jesus Christ. I saw lives being renewed and Love entering into the lives of many. Although Christians are the minority in India, I witnessed freedom. I saw a boldness for preaching the Gospel regardless of the cost. Many were free from religious routine, complacency and safety, and instead pursued an intimate relationship with God whole heartedly, while following Him wherever He led, saying whatever the Holy Spirit told them to say.

What I learned in India, is that true freedom is found by having a relationship with Jesus and living boldly for him no matter the cost. The church I helped and ministered at has had numerous threats from many who wished to do the pastors and congregation harm; however as Jesus has promised, He has and will continue to build His church.

In a world that is increasingly getting darker with wars and rumors of wars, moral decline and selfishness and hate seeming to be on the rise, there still is a beautiful and brilliant light that is rapidly growing. We the followers of Jesus Christ are the light of the world, the salt of the earth and through abiding in Jesus are we empowered to share and spread His love to the ends of the Earth.

2 Corinthians 3:17

Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.cross2

Re-segregation: A Step in the Wrong Direction

It is impossible not to notice the racial tensions that are growing within the United States as many Black Americas are enduring hardships and navigating their pent-up anger from the accumulation of racial injustices. Black Americans are justified in being fed up with how this country has handled race relations; however, to gain any substantial progress it is essential for the current generation to act wisely and deliberately as did the Civil Rights leaders of the past.  It is imperative that as Americans we understand that hate will not produce love, and that re-segregation will not get rid of inequalities. Recently I read an article on re-segregation where the basis of the article was simply stating that the author was for re-segregation because it would help specific racial communities flourish if that specific racial group were to simply ban together and exclude other racial groups. I disagree with this perspective for various reasons:

1). If people were to re-segregate, than the lines of communication and understanding would close.

It is sociologically proven that people naturally form prejudices, which are reinforced by a person’s social environment such as school, family, neighborhood, media etc. As a result of individual being shaped by society and close individuals around them, prejudices are naturally taught to them. This can be seen through certain images shown in the media such as the “dangerous Black male thug”, or racist jokes or memes told between friends. Such prejudices have real consequences as we have seen in current news headlines about racial profiling. Since people naturally form prejudices, the only way a prejudice can be refuted is by open dialogue and communication. It is known that in this society many fear Black men and women. If Blacks re-segregate, how will people realize that not all Black men and women are loud, angry, criminals looking for a fight? It is up to Blacks and all people of color to desegregate to therefore show that they are kind, intelligent, hardworking and trustworthy just like other racial groups that have those character traits automatically assigned to them. The only reason why the American Society has come so far in regards to racism is because institutionalized segregation was taken down for the most part. During the times where segregation was the norm, black people had no voice. If Blacks re-segregate, than we risk losing our voice. People learn through communication and new interactions and therefore if we de-segregate as much as possible we can reeducate those who accept the lies fed to them from the media and other social influences.

2). Re-segregation rejects everything that many during the 20th century Civil Rights Era fought for.

People gave their lives to eradicate segregation because they personally knew the negative effects it had on communities of color. If people segregate again, it will make it easier for institutionalized racism to perpetuate itself. Since power in this country is still with the White American majority, the images and ideas that are released into society are still controlled by those in power. This means that people of color will continue to not have equal representation or equal access to resources as the white majority does. Re-segregating would only make it easier for those in power to keep people of color down. The phrase “divide and conquer” comes to mind. If those in power are successful in dividing people of color against each other, than there will be no substantive progress. The Civil Rights Era as well as during the times of slavery had people from many racial backgrounds fight for equality. People of color as well as white Americans gave up their lives for racial equality. During those times of everyone (people of color and whites) banning together against institutionalized racism is when the Civil Rights movements were most productive.MEMORY B 08

3). Practice of “racial love” only helps to perpetuate racism.

I read an article explaining how an Asian man only would conduct business with other Asians, which therefore meant that he was practicing “Asian love”. I strongly disagree with this reasoning. Let’s put things into perspective. If a white store owner said “I only conduct business with white business owners”, he would obviously be looked at as a racist, all people of color need to be careful in not doing the same. Doing business with someone should not be contingent or race in general. People should do business with whomever meets the professional qualifications for the job. Hiring anyone or excluding anyone on the basis of race is discrimination.

By being inclusive, people naturally become exclusive. The solution is not to become more inclusive, however less inclusive to give everyone with the talent a chance to be successful. If we take the logic of “Black love, Mexican love, Asian love etc.” and to “engage business only with our own race” than can we really blame whites for doing so all throughout American History. People have already applied the concept of doing business only with “their own”, which is why there is such inequality in the United States today.

4). Desegregation has never fully been accomplished, which is why to some it may seem that desegregation has not worked.

Contrary to popular belief, segregation still exist in the United States, and is still very evident in a variety of social settings. Like I stated before, I attend Sacramento State, which is arguably one of the most diverse campuses in the United States. With this said, I still observe segregation every day. The segregation that I observe is not forced, however chosen by the people who knowingly or unknowingly engage in self-segregation. An example of what I am talking about is how although a campus may have diverse demographics, many tend to spend time with and engage in activities with members of the same race. In order for desegregation to truly be successful, the American society must first truly desegregate, and by doing so it would truly breed a greater understand and a collective push for equality.


Instead of re-segregating, communities need to unite, and not on the basis of race. The problem does not lie in being desegregated, however it lies in the fact that many have adopted the mindset of looking out only for “me and mine” rather than looking to see how they can help those around them and increase the standard of living for all. It is dangerous to believe that in the United States racial groups should simply stick together. The concept of re-segregation should not be adopted because it puts the solution on turning inwards and banning together. To adequately produce a greater understanding open communication with all racial groups is essential to produce lasting results that work for the good of everyone.

I believe that the authors of the articles I have read are actually trying to address a different problem that is within the Black community. Members of the black community should not pull each other down like crabs in a barrel, but rather up lift and support each other. An example of what I mean can be seen in numerous real world examples such as skin tone and hair texture.

Growing up, I have heard many men exclaim “I only date light-skinned Black girls”. This single phrase works to tear down some black members and elevate others within the Black community, and is therefore problematic because it illustrates a blatant rejection of Black qualities such as dark skin, while reaching towards physical White attributes such as light skin.

I read an interesting book by Beverly Tatum called “Why Are all of the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria?”. In her book she stated how spending time with members of your own race is beneficial, however it ultimately depends on the motives. If a person is exclusively spending time with their own race to simply reject all that is associated with another race, than it is counterproductive. However, if a person decides to spend some time with members of their own race to encourage each other regarding racial struggles, than it is beneficial.

Black Americans should share who they are with those who do not understand them, or with those who only know the Black stereotypes shown to them in the media . Doing so would debunk the fearful and negative stereotypes that people have about the black community and in result breed acceptance and understanding from all racial groups. To sum it up, open communication is key, and communication comes from de-segregation and seeking multiracial interactions.

As racial tensions increase in this country, it is important to not self-segregate, but to show the love of Jesus to everyone. To love your enemies and to forgive as we have been forgiven. There is evil in this world, however the Bible says:


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Simply Sonsie – Answers YOUR Questions!


Q: Dear Simply Sonsie,


I’ve been dating a new guy, 28 (I’m 32) for the past 6 months. He is a stripper. He was NOT in this industry when I met him. He repeatedly assures me of how professional he is in the workplace and promises he is always faithful to me. Recently I surprised him at work and caught him making out with a customer. Although he had had a few drinks and it didn’t mean anything to him (supposedly), I just can’t get past it. Is it right for me to ask him to quit his job for the sake of our new relationship? Or do I just let him go being that it’s so new? I really do like him and see a future with him, other than his current career choice. He swears nothing like this will ever happen again. But being in that industry– I’m no dummy.  What should I do??

Thank you,

In lust and confused


A: Dear In Lust and Confused-


If you’ve been dating this guy for 6 months and he’s already changed careers at least once, I immediately wonder how stable he is. Stability is something we women usually seek in men and if he can’t provide that, I wonder what type of a boyfriend he makes. Also, if he wasn’t in this career when you first started dating, what prompted him to go into this type of work? Did he discuss it with you initially or how did it come up? I don’t think the job itself is the major issue in this scenario. There are a couple issues in play. The fact that he needs to repeatedly reassure you of his behavior and you showing up at his work as a surprise indicates to me that there are existing trust issues in the relationship or within one, or both of you, individually. If you feel that the issue/s within your relationship is more oriented toward trust, I would suggest you both seek counseling individually. One, or both of you, might need to focus on healing yourselves before you can be in a relationship. This doesn’t mean something is ‘wrong’ with either one of you, this means that there could be existing issues that are standing in the way of your happiness. No matter how you feel about this person, your happiness supersedes. You deserve to be happy! Make a list of important qualities (top 5) you seek in a partner and see if this person qualifies. Remember that you have not been with this person for an extended time and your heart will heal if you choose to walk away. Also, there are people out there that will qualify in all of the areas you desire to have in a partner. Don’t be afraid of the new and unknown. Sometimes it is worth the struggle to really find what we want in life and be happy! Take a chance on yourself.

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Sacramento 3.0, A New Era

By  Sierra Fatlowitz

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“I think most of you know last week I was at Washington D.C, and had an opportunity to give my first State of the City’s Address in my capacity of the president of the U.S Congress and Mayors,” stated Mayor Kevin Johnson.

U.S President Barak Obama declared “The State of the Union is strong,” during the State of the Union address. The next day, Johnson responded consecutively stating, “The state of the Union is strong, because the state of our cities is strong.”

January 29 2015, all classes of Sacramento society united in the Sacramento Memorial Auditorium to bear witness to the 2015 State of the City Address with the theme “Sacramento Strong”.

The preshow was appropriate as the night kicked off with an ensemble to Macklemore’s “The City Can’t Hold Us”, followed by a short film highlighting Sacramento’s best entertainment, business, influential people, arts, and sports.

According to Johnson, “Our city is moving into a new and vibrant era.”

Amidst the address, Johnson depicted the antecedent, and succeeding developmental eras of Sacramento into 3 stages.

Sacramento 1.0 “A community built around the Gold Rush and agriculture.”

Sacramento 2.0 “Came much later and saw our city develop as a government town that completely revolved around the state capitol, and real-estate.”

Sacramento 3.0 “Sacramento has to be a hub of innovation, of entrepreneurship, and technology. It’s paperless, its wireless, it’s cashless.”

Johnson stated Sacramento will break barriers enabling its third generation to “have more cell phones than land lines, more tablets than desktops, and more smart devices than tooth brushes.” Adding an “It’s true” to his statement as the audience laughed in disbelief.

In his vision for Sac 3.0, “The world’s largest music company has no records, Apple. The world’s largest bookseller has no bookstores, Amazon. The world’s largest taxi company has no cars, Uber.”

Johnson spoke with irony and with stating “It’s only a matter of time before the world’s largest hotel chain will have no hotel rooms, Air B and B.”

With sympathy to neighbor and sponsor of the address, California State University, Sacramento, Johnson stated empathetically, “I know the university folks are not going to appreciate this, but very soon the world’s largest universities will have no campuses.”

“When you think about the potential of Sac 3.0, it’s hard to not get excited.”

Johnson believes that Sacramento’s path forward will be dependent on its collective ability to focus on 3 main areas; innovation, infrastructure, and inclusion.

Johnson plans to build Sacramento’s innovated fundamental foundation by creating an economy that will create new jobs for all social classes. In order to do this Johnson spoke with urgency stating,

“We have to stop thinking about our community and our economy as being confined within our city limits. The global economy has no boundaries, so neither should ours.”

Johnson then announced the recently developed Greater Sacramento Economic Area Council powered by the regions leaders, the CEO’s and elected officials, under newfound leadership of Barry Broome with the purpose to create, attract, and grow new businesses from the 6 surrounding counties.

Accompanied with applause Johnson stated, “Barry will work to ensure that Sacramento is the easiest place to do business in California, that’s our goal.”

Johnson initiated the transition of the importance of infrastructure, including city wide Wi-Fi networks, and turnkey start up operations for startup companies. Civic amenities are expected the improve Sacramento’s quality of life, by providing a culture center, and a sense of community.

Specific infrastructure plans were disclosed such as the Downtown Sacramento Rail yard, soon to be home to the UC DAVIS World Food Center, and new soccer stadium to the Sacramento Republic FC, and other additions that will double the size of Downtown Sacramento.

“I am pumped beyond belief to announce today that in the spirit of regionalism the newest investor of the Sac Republic who will join our efforts to secure major league soccer in Sacramento is none other than the San Francisco 49ers owner Jed York!”

Johnson drew to the public’s attention that the big “whole in the ground”, where the construction of the new Downtown Entertainment Sports Complex is expected to be completed in 2016.

ESPN, the award winning 30 for 30 documentary, will do a premiere major film later this year about Sacramento’s fight to save their Sacramento Kings.

Interrupting his own address, Johnson interjected, “Wait, really quickly… DeMarcus Cousins didn’t make the all-star team? Okay can we just give a round of applause for DeMarcus because we know…” Johnson was abruptly cut off by the chants and screaming of the provoked Sacramento Kings fans.

Johnson declared that Sacramento is “just getting started” due to recent plans to commission a new state of the art performing and arts cultural center, that will house the philharmonic, the opera, the ballet, the California Music Theatre, and strong ethnic performing arts groups “because arts are just as important as our sports teams.”

-Staff Reporter Sierra Fatlowitz



Shadows in the Spotlight: A short story


A short story by Destiny Bryant

“Okay, okay,” I tell myself, “stay calm. Breathe. Just breathe .”

This acting thing is stressing me out. I don’t handle stress well. I had always thought

anything beyond the simple life is doomed in my stay. What little resilience I have fades with

time so anything I have to do that is most unpleasant must be done as soon as possible. I don’t

have time to waste. I don’t remember anything when I step onto that stage. I have no comfort

zone. There’s nothing comfortable about being chased by something and they get you no

matter what you do. You can’t hide or delay it. All you can do is prepare for your inevitable capture.

When you are captured, you don’t remember anything but what you lost: time. No black screen

or even a transition. Just lost time. Lost time is wasted time. I don’t know the right thing to do or

even how to pretend to do it. Time is short. I must learn fast. Grow fast. Be fast. Acting makes

me uncomfortable and being uncomfortable is the fastest way to learn. So I do it. More I know,

the better my chances are at defending myself and minimizing the effects. I have no choice. I

am damned to this cycle in ignorance of the cause. I am called on stage now because I am the

best physical representation of what the director needs to bring his character to life. I am to be

speak the tongues and walk the same world the character does. I am to become the character.

Perhaps then I will no longer be a target and time will be mine.

Time’s running out. I must establish some type of defense before I lose mor—

He tells me that dialect is the bridge to characterization. Therefore, a louder, more intense

tone will bring my character to live. I reiterate the scene as before. He remains unamused.

“Fluctuate with a purpose and speak louder !” he says.

Loud noises and threatening tones bring attention. Brings eyes. Drags Destiny out into

the open. Destiny is unable to blend in with the spotlight like this. Drawing attention to Destiny

goes against preservation. He wants Destiny to be a character on stage but I cannot be



Little does he know that Destiny is a character, an elaborate one at that. His character exists

only in this one theater. This one spot. And kicks the bucket when the production time is up.

Destiny thrives in every theater. It is more than just scripted lines and stage directions. It has

evolved beyond that. Destiny is an elaborate system that specializes in receiving. Taking in

information and observations in order to predict an outcome that will be most successful in its

predetermined purpose: to protect.

Destiny knows not what to protect itself from. To know is to fail. Thus, all possibilities

must be considered at a distance.

But he does not know this. He wants Destiny to be no more and allow itself extinguished

in favor of this one dimensional,

limited being. Why Destiny is sought after to meet her death

Destiny does not know. He thinks he knows best but Destiny knows around it.

The character tries to hide from Destiny away only to jump into the shadows and stab

Destiny in the back. When Destiny thinks it is hidden, the character swoops down and delivers

a deathlike blow to Destiny, sending it back to the unknownst world by which it came from.

Destiny is not dead. The character knows this. Destiny is unaware of its deed, the

consequence & the enemies that shun Destiny’s ignorance of them both. Destiny will go

again and be struck down again. The character knows this and strikes harder, deadlier, and

faster each time in hopes that Destiny’ll just stay dead. It feeds off of Destiny’s vulnerability to

the dangerous world on each occasion in celebratory feast. Yet Destiny must survive, it is the

cycle. Destiny is reborn. Destiny sees now anew. I see now. The character tries to blend and

hide from me. I see through its lies and I’m coming for it, hungry. To succeed in the blending is

to successfully blend into this theatrical environment. I see now. By fighting my character, I am

exposing myself to the danger of this world. I must see this through. I must put this threat to an


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No Fear Zone

Today, I am reminded of God’s Word in 2 Timothy 1:7. “God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind.” Often, when we hear bad news, the enemy (or satan, lucifer, the devil, or whatever name you call him) fights us in our thoughts. Here’s a typical scenario that illustrates how the enemy works.

You are getting ready for work one morning when you notice a mysterious lump on your breast. You don’t panic because you know that it could be nothing, so you check your other breast. You notice that the lump is only in the first breast, and here’s where the enemy begins his assault. I call it an assault because that’s exactly what it is–a premeditated ambush on your mind to get you to speak negative words out of your mouth. (We’ll address the power of words later.)

You start thinking, “What’s wrong with me? Do I have cancer? What if I have cancer? I’m not ready to die! What about my husband? What about my kids?” All sorts of thoughts start to barrage your mind, except they’re not really your thoughts. Nope, not at all. Instead, they are strategically placed messages spoken in your ears (in a voice sounding like your own) by the enemy.

You see, the enemy is the ultimate con artist since he’s hustled people for years into believing (1.) that he doesn’t exist and (2.) that the negative and damaging thoughts that they are thinking are their own thoughts instead of his words.

Because of these tricks, people have been duped into believing the negative. And here’s the problem with negative thoughts: our words tend to mirror our thoughts. This is exactly what the enemy is counting on when he launches his mental assault.

The enemy knows the power of words, so he is desperately trying to get us to agree with his message. He knows that the world is operated by words. Consider this: The entire world was created in seven days by what? Yep, you guessed it. By Words. God SAID, “Let there be light,” and light appeared. The same happened with everything else.

As such, the enemy knows that if you can say, “I have cancer,” then the spirit of infirmity has legal grounds to attack your body. Sounds scary right? But I was reminded of 2 Timothy 1:7 today, and it ignited a fire within me.

When the enemy comes to us and tries to fill our minds with what looks like scary facts and logic, which brings on anxiety, we can recognize that the message is not from God and choose to ignore it. Using the scenario mentioned earlier, if we are the ones with the lump, we can recognize it and make the Dr. appointment (which is very necessary in all health concerns) without fear and anxiety, knowing that it is God’s good pleasure to take care of us. We can stand on God’s Word concerning whatever fiery assault the enemy throws our way–understanding that whatever happens afterwards is just part of the process that God is using to fulfill His promise to us in His Word. (Here is a good time to also remember that God is not like us; He is completely incapable of lying. So if He said it, he’s good for it. Remember, He honors His Word even above His name.)

I want everyone who reads this to know that even though the enemy wants us to respond with fear to his assaults, we can look to God’s Word and respond with faith. Here’s how: Actively monitor your thoughts. If they don’t match what God promised you, then they are not from God, and you don’t have to accept them. Instead, you can replace these negative thoughts with what God promised. When the enemy tries to scare you with threats of sickness, you can remind him that “by His (Jesus’) stripes, you are healed.” You may not feel better initially, and the thoughts may continue to come. But God’s Word says that “Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God.” Translation: The more you hear the Word of God, the more your faith in what God promised increases.

God wants us to live a life of freedom, not one that is trapped in a prison of fear by the enemy. I encourage everyone who reads this to practice these principles, and watch God move and the enemy back up. Welcome to the No-Fear Zone.

God Bless,


Interview with Young Author Ernesto Aragon


By Jessica Daniel

Young Urban Voices sits down and interviews Ernesto Aragon, a young and gifted man who loves God and is living life with purpose. Just returning from his mission’s trip to Pemba, Mozambique with Iris Ministries and getting ready for the release of his book “Why Christians are Skeptical of the Supernatural,” twenty-seven year old Ernesto is excited for what God has in store for him next.

Young Urban Voices: Tell us a little bit about yourself.

Ernesto Aragon: I was born in [Oakland], California. I have been a Christian my whole life, but I haven’t truly followed God until I was about maybe twenty-two, twenty-three years old. It really has been God’s love that has transformed the way I see Christianity as a whole. That’s the biggest testimony, honestly, I would have to say.

Young Urban Voices: You just recently went on a mission’s trip to Pemba, Mozambique. What was your experience like there?

Ernesto Aragon: There was a whole lot that happened there. In the midst of all the miracles that were happening there, which were great, what really got to me the most was seeing God’s love through the children, encountering his love through their faces and their smiles. Their lack of boundaries. They don’t have boundaries there. They love you regardless of who you are or where you’re from.


Young Urban Voices: What has been the most rewarding experience for you during the trip?

Ernesto Aragon: This was actually my first time I had left the country, the first time I have ever gone on any mission’s trip or traveled on my own in general. That was a very interesting experience but a great one overall.

Young Urban Voices: You are about to release your new book that is coming out in September. Tell us about your book.

Ernesto Aragon: The book I finished writing is called “Why Christians Are Skeptical of the Supernatural.” I started writing it last year in January, and it was based on my first time encounter with the Holy Spirit, the power of God and just His tangible love through going to Bethel church for the first time and experiencing that and just experiencing God’s love at my home church in Sacramento. I never really knew what God’s love looked like. I had a hard time believing that God was still active in the gifts of the spirit and the supernatural. So that’s really what compelled me to write this book because what I experienced I want every Christian to experience, to be able to experience God’s love through the supernatural through His grace and through the gifts of the spirit. We’re all good enough to have any gift God wants to give to us. Many of us don’t think we’re good enough to receive His gifts. That’s the biggest reason why I wrote it is so people can truly experience God. My goal is to help at least one person to know who they are in Christ to step into whatever dreams God has called them into.


Young Urban Voices: What advice would you give young people who are inspired to write a book?

Ernesto Aragon: My advice would be not to over think everything. You have to be crazy enough to believe that it can actually happen for it to happen. That’s what I believe faith means.

For more info on Ernesto Aragon and his upcoming book “Why Christians are Skeptical of the Supernatural” visit his website

The Late Night Hour


Late Night Hour


Randall Rydell Russell

The one thing about grand theft auto I love so much, is the rush. At any moment, at any time, at any second, the owner, a pedestrian or a black and white can stop all of that, putting you in handcuffs. But that doesn’t happen to me. I’m not one to get caught.

I have a certain ritual that I always go by when I carjack. Never steal anything during the day. Never carjack outside of my own city. And never carjack, without my crew. People think I’m crazy to have a crew to lift cars. Half of these people don’t even come close to the amount  of cars we steal on a nightly basis.

I run a seven man crew: Cedric, who I consider my right hand man, is the one I would leave in charge if something happens to me. I’ve known him since 7th grade, where we met in detention. Granted, he’s a bit loud, has a quick temper, can’t go a day without getting in a fight and loves the ladies a little too much. There have been a few occasions where he and Serena Gallegos screwed in a car we’d just stolen. But he bows down to no man, in any situation. He helps me keep things in order no matter what.

Rabbit is my left hand. He is the only white member in the crew, so most people in this neighborhood think he’s a ‘wigger’. A wannabe. He’s far from it. He’s just more comfortable around us than others. He is the flyest Jewish kid around. Rabbit is also a car fanatic who has and knows every tool you need to successfully break into any car. A year or so ago, back in our junior year in high school, he broke into every teacher’s car that school year, then parked them in different spots around the area. He was never caught. He may love carjacking more than I do. I feel that’s a good guy to have around.

Byron is the least likely person you think would be in our crew. He is a bookworm. He’s at his first semester at California Lake College, he’s a computer and electronic freak too.

Byron created a police scanner way better than the ones the cops have. The best tool we could have. He’s very level headed, sometimes bumping heads with Cedric over the right way to handle a situation. But he brings brutal honesty to the crew. He too is another that is good to have around.

Junior is the youngest of the crew. We met him when he lifted Cedric’s wallet out of his back pocket. Before Cedric could beat him down, I took an interest in him. His skills come in handy when car keys needed to be lifted. So I put him on. He’s mostly lookout, and every crime needs a lookout. We all truly look out for him.

Hector is our weapons specialist. He is a pyromaniac, and even though I very seldom use or need him for that, you’d be surprised how many times I have. During jobs in the Hispanic part of town, he can let us know if we’re being set up or not.

Larone is the oldest member of our crew. I don’t care much for him, but my brother Marcus who is locked up and the original leader of this crew, says we need him. The other original members are dead or in jail. I usually act like Larone’s not there, even though I feel his condescending eyes on me. It’s pointless that he always has to come.

Besides my brother’s orders from the pen, we also need Larone because he is our direct connection to Vinnie Carcatta, our employer.

Vinnie Carcatta, was an Italian mobster, who pretty much was kicked out of the organization, owing every made man in the city and the next city over. So what Vinnie does is give us specific cars to jack. We bring them to him, and he pays us. Simple as that.

We decided to meet in Larone’s SUV a few blocks away from Vinnie’s place. “Ya’ll was a little rusty the other night when you jacked that Infiniti,” says Larone. “Vinnie still got the car.

Cuz we got it. You stayed in the car from what I remember?” says Cedric. Larone looks to Cedric with the ‘fuck you’ eyes. “Your ass is talking like you wanna walk little nigga?” yells Larone. “It’s two blocks. You suppose to be tough now?” asks Cedric.

As Cedric and Larone go back in forth. I jump in. “Hey! Squash this shit. We here to do a job. Get the car from Vinnie, and go on with our night. Ya’ll just don’t say nothin to each other. You got me?” I say. “You lucky Malcolm has some of his brother’s good sense. Ya’ll tough. You can do this on your own tonight. Get the fuck out my car,” says Larone.

I motion for the others to exit the car. As I am getting out, Larone grabs my arm.

“Don’t fuck this up. And don’t fuck with me Malcolm,” Larone says. I look him up and down then exit. He speeds off down the road. I’m actually glad. I can steal in peace for once.

“Larone has the emotions of fuckin’ female. All he needs is tampons and some Midol and he’ll be all good,” says Rabbit. “You shouldn’t piss him like that,” Byron tells Cedric.

“Whose side are you on B? Last I checked, we don’t need babysitters. We over the age of 18 except for the little nigga,” says Cedric. “This little nigga will get tried as a minor, and ya’ll will be doing real time. Sorry to say. Fifteen is the shit,” says Junior. “Fifteen or not. I’ll straight break my foot off into your ass Junior. On my Mama I mean that,” Cedric informs Junior. This just makes him laugh. “I think I’m gonna take your Mama out later. I’ll lift your wallet in a little bit. The date’s on you,” says Junior. Cedric playfully tries to run after Junior.

Rabbit grabs Junior so Cedric can lay in some punches into Junior’s arms. Cedric and Rabbit love torturing Junior. It gets on Junior’s nerves, but it means he’s accepted.

“All right, all right. I feel good about tonight. And with Larone not playing our chaperone tonight, I know we can do the job the way we want,” I say to them. “Hopefully tonight Vinnie will give us a challenge. My little sister can steal the cars Vinnie be telling us to get,” says Rabbit. “Then let’s find out,” I say.

We begin approaching a large building near the edge of the city. I knock on the door.

The door slightly opens. A large, muscle bound Italian man sticks his head out. This is Nico, Vinnie’s guard. “Where’s Larone?” asks Nico. “He’s got his own shit he’s doing. I can still handle my business with Vinnie,” I say. “See to it you do. I know he isn’t very enthusiastic about the kind of business he keeps,” says Vinnie. “Well we doin’ something right cuz we’re still in business. Can you open the door?” I ask.

Vinnie’s hideout or whatever you want to call it, is a large garage. That’s his front so the man doesn’t come down on him. It’s Vinnie, his guard Nico and Vinnie’s son Michael. Michael is around our age and tried so hard to be a wise guy, but was just too soft and almost as fat as his father too. Michael is in the back playing Call of Duty or some game on XBOX360.

Vinnie sits at his desk eating a bowl of Cheerios and going through paperwork and pictures. I walk to his desk while the others hang back by the door.

“Where the fuck is Larone?” asks Vinnie. “He took the night off,” I tell him. “Well, you’re late. We don’t work on CP time here,” says Vinnie. He gives me a picture of a Mercedes Benz CLS550. It is gorgeous and it will be ours.

“This beauty is on Grand and Estimate Drive,” says Vinnie. “Yeah, by the bus depot. I know,” I say. “Look here nigger, I can let you in on a bunch of shit you don’t know. But what we both know is, that I need that car here, before midnight. Ya dig?” says Vinnie. “Yeah,” I say. I take the picture, and walk to my boys. “Yo, did I hear him say nigga but with the er again?” asks Cedric. “Let it go,” I tell  Cedric. “I ain’t lettin’ shit go. I call him a guinea fuck I bet he’d throw a damn fit,” says Cedric. “You notice how you’re the one bent outta shape. Mal played it cool unlike you,” says Byron. Cedric looks at Byron hard for a second. “I didn’t ask you all that,”

Cedric tells Byron. “Would you two come on. Unbelievable,” I say. I open the door and guide everyone outside. “He’s right though. You was sounding kind of sweet on your words back inside bro. Sounding kind of menstrual,” says Rabbit. “Shut up, Rabbit,” says Cedric.

We make it to Wallace Park near the benches. I show them the picture of the Mercedes.

“Finally, something I can pull all my gadgets out on,” says Rabbit. “With Larone gone, I can’t wait in the car with him with the scanner,” says Byron. “It’s pocket sized Byron. It’s not like we’re robbing a bank bro,” says Rabbit. “Fuck Larone. We don’t need him. Better off without him any damn way,” says Cedric. “I agree. Now Rabbit, what do you know about the Mercedes?” I ask.

“An RFID microreader can unlock the electric signal of the alarm and lock. Multimeter.

After I disable the alarm, you and Cedric can break in. Use my multi key thing I got from my Uncle Kenny, or a screwdriver and then we’re home free,” says Rabbit.

“Yo, need anything to go boom?” asks Hector. “We want to steal the car, not blow the shit up,” says Cedric. “Yeah no shit Hector. I know your itching to use those illegal fireworks your prima sent but take it down a notch,” Rabbit adds to the conversation. “Why don’t you go open a movie studio Jew?” says Hector. “Already did ese, just waiting to sign on the dotted line,”

says Rabbit. “This is gonna be good,” says Junior. “Relax you two,” I tell them. “I know, shut the hell up. When ya’ll argue, you sound like a damn married couple and the shit is annoying as fuck.

So please keep your Jew and Beaner arguments to a low. Please,” says Cedric. “Then the next subjects is you black folks,” Rabbit jokes. Cedric, Byron, Junior and I couldn’t help but laugh at that comment. That’s what this is, friendship, loyalty, trust, we are soldiers.

“All right. Byron, Junior and Hector hang back a block away near the bus depot. Me, Rabbit and Cedric will do the rest. Everyone cool with that?” I ask. Everyone nods. I look over the picture one last time. It was time to move.

Walking was going to be the quickest way due to the number 84 bus doesn’t run anymore,

so hoofing it is the way it has to be. While on the walk, Rabbit lights up a joint. “Rolled one for

the occasion boys, enjoy that shit,” says Rabbit. He passes it to Cedric he coughs after hitting it.

“That’s fire,” says Cedric while he is coughing. He hits it again then passes it to me. I passed. I

smoke after the GTA, not before. He hands it to Byron. “I’m good. It just makes me lazy and

hungry,” says Byron. “Don’t let the weed do you. You do the weed,” says Cedric. “I know, but I have finals coming next week guys,” says Byron. “Quit being a pussy and hit the weed bitch!” says Cedric. Byron reluctantly hits the joint. “Jesus, you jack cars, but you can’t hit the weed on an occasion. I worry about you sometimes Byron,” says Cedric. Byron hands the joint to Junior.

“That’s funny because I’m sure everyone here will vouch for me when I say that you’re the one everyone worries about,” says Byron. “Is this about me banging Angela Young? Don’t worry, she wasn’t that good,” says Cedric.

We just talk shit to each other. It’s all in fun, we just see how far we can take it. We’re a mixed bunch so there’s a lot to make fun of. Rabbit is Jewish. Junior is mixed with black and Native American. Cedric, Byron and I are black. Hector is Hispanic. For North Highlands, this is

very diverse.

L&D Liquors is a stop that we make. Rabbit and the others wanted to get snacks before

we did the deed, also because they are stoned out of their minds. Cedric and I wait outside

discussing life. “Did your Pops come back to the crib yet?” Cedric asks. “No. I think he came

home for a second the other night, but it was to get something and go back with all them other

Ice-heads and shit. He did nothing for me, so I do everything for me and mine. Period,” I tell him.

Cedric is quiet for a minute. “You know bro, it’s okay if you want to talk about what happened,”

Cedric tells me. I’ll never talk about the beatings he put me and my mother through. 7th grade on

is all he needs to worry about. “Yeah. But I’m not,” I tell him. The look of embarassment is on his

face. But I just don’t wanna go there. Not tonight. There is something about tonight, so thinking

about my past is not what needs to happen. “Yeah okay. Just remember whose house you came

to bro when shit was thick,” Cedric tells me. Words hurt.

The others walk out with snacks. “We ready to do this?” says Rabbit. “You must be

blazed Rabbit,” I tell him. “I am,” he says with a stoner look on his face. “Let’s go or we’re gonna

be late” says Byron.

Fifteen minutes later, we make it to Grand. We hide behind Gino’s Deli. The street is

bare except for a few pedestrians and bums. I look down the street to see the Mercedes parked

in a parking lot across from the bus depot. As I notice how off the job feels, I start to worry.

“Malcolm man, the car is in plain sight of the street and the bus depot man. Vinnie trying

to get us caught up bro,” says Cedric. “We should bounce guys,” says Byron. “Man he’s right.

There’s a security guard right over there and all it takes is him calling one time and we’re dead,”

says Junior. “We got a job to finish. And we are going to finish it. Vinnie needs us to steal this

shit cuz he can’t do it himself. We never back down,” I say with the best confidence I can bring

out of me.

“I’m with Mal. We got a job and we don’t back down,” says Rabbit. “So we go as

planned?” Cedric asks me. “Without a doubt. Byron, get your scanner out. If that rent a cop sees

us, Junior and Hector go handle it,” I say. The three of them nod. “Let’s go,”. Cedric, Rabbit and I

are about to cross the street until the security guard walks directly in front of us.

“What, you thought I didn’t see? You stand out like a sore thumb?” says the big, buffed

out security guard. “We ain’t even doin’ nothing, we just sitting here,” says Cedric. “Loitering.

One phone call to one time, and away you little thugs go,” says the security guard. “Does it

bother you that you have to call real law enforcement?” asks Rabbit. No one but me notices

Junior walking out of the alley slyly. The security guard continues scolding us until Junior

begins speaking and holding up a wallet. “Melvin Turner. 5341 Billow Way, Alta Arden Ave

95608. 211 dollars in the wallet, which is now mine. Your wife is hot man,” says Junior.

The guard tries grabbing Junior but he isn’t fast enough. Hector quickly grabs his radio.

“You don’t need this anymore,” says Hector. “You little shits are through. I’m going to call 911

with my phone and get them down here now,” Junior holds up the security guards cell phone.

“This phone right here?” says Junior. The security guard takes off after Junior as he runs down

the opposite side of where the Mercedes is.

“All right, Junior’s buying you guys some time. And the police chatter I’m getting right

now is like ten blocks down. You’re good,” says Byron. “All right. Get at us as soon as something

else goes down. All right?” I tell Byron and Hector. They nod. I turn to Rabbit and Cedric. “You

ready?” I ask They nod, so we take off across the street.

We pass an alley, then something grabs my eye. A high tech looking sports car. Like

nothing I have ever seen before. “Hold up. Check it,” I say. Rabbit and Cedric walk over to me

to see the car. “What kind of car is that?” asks Cedric. “Not like one I have ever seen before,”

says Rabbit.

The three of us walk down the alley towards this James Bond-Japanese looking four door

sports car. I was in awe at this. It was just sitting in this vacant alley. It is also way more simple

to steal this car in the dark, then steal the Mercedes so everyone can see us. The windows are

tinted, the rims are chrome and by the looks of it, it’s worth way more than a Mercedes.

“I seen Pierce Brosnan’s ass driving this in GoldenEye I think,” says Rabbit. “We’re

taking this one,” I say. “You serious? Vinnie gonna get pissed off if we don’t jack the one he

wants,” says Cedric. “Vinnie shouldn’t care. All the money he owes, he should be happy we are

getting him something more expensive,” I say. Rabbit begins going through the tools in his

backpack. He hands Cedric and I slim jims and flashlights. He pulls out his multimeter and a

small gun looking contraption that disables car alarms. He begins scanning on the front of the

car. The contraption begins beeping. He types a number on the multimeter that disables the

electricity in the car. “We’re good,” says Rabbit.

I begin using the slim jim to pop the lock. I open the door to the car. I look inside this

perfect sports car in awe at all the toys on the dashboard. Everything is dustless, fresh out he

factory, still has the new car smell. The perfect car.

“Yeah. This is money for real,” I say. I hop in the driver’s seat, to pull a screwdriver out

of Rabbit’s backpack. I mess with the ignition until it starts. “We’re good. Let’s go,” I yell. “Yo,

Mal. Someone’s here,” says Cedric.

I get out of the car. At the front of the alley there is a man standing in the darkness just

staring at us. “That’s the owner. We gotta roll before he comes man,” says Cedric. “I knew it was

too good to be true,” says Rabbit.

The man in the dark begins walking towards us. A gun goes off. The bullet hits the man

taking him to the ground. The three of us turn around to see Larone by his car at the other end of

the alley. Byron, Junior and Hector are already in his car. “Get yo asses in that car and come

on!” Larone yells.

We don’t think twice. The three of us hop in the sports car, back out of the alley and

drive off down the road. Leaving the supposed owner of the vehicle, bleeding on the ground to

his death.

The car drives like a champ. You can barely feel the engine at all, but I am doing 90

down the road, and it feels like nothing. “I’ve seriously never seen any kind of car like this before

in my life,” says Rabbit. “Neither have I. I think we stole a prototype or something,” says Cedric.

The symbol on the center of the steering wheel looks almost like Batman’s symbol, but more real.

New brand, new symbols to know. I’m going to have to write this down I take it.

When we get back to Vinnie’s, all there is yelling and bickering. “Are you

fucking stupid? This is not the car I asked you to steal. Did it need to be in ebonics or

something?” yells Vinnie. “This car is worth way more than the stupid ass Mercedes you wanted

us to steal,” I say. “Vinnie man, it’s a mistake. We can go back and get the Mercedes for you, no

sweat,” says Larone. “It’s too fuckin’ late! It’s midnight and they need something damn it. From

now on, you take Larone with you at all times. I don’t need the Boyz N the Hood on their own

anymore,” says Vinnie. “No problem,” says Larone as he drags me away from Vinnie. But for

some reason, the rage in me lets loose. I pull away from Larone and walk back over to Vinnie.

“You’re the one in debt. Not us. You can sit at your desk, eating your cereal and trying to

be hard, but your own kind doesn’t even want you. And you talk shit to us. You’ll let niggas steal

for you, because it’s too much for your wop ass,” I say. This sets Michael off. He gets up from his

XBOX360 and walks his 300 pounds over to get into my face. “The fuck you say to my dad?”

demands Michael.

Cedric and the others walk over to back me. Cedric grabs a metal bar ready to swing.

“What’d you say fat boy?” asks Cedric. All at once, everyone is arguing and talking all at once.

Then, a sound we would have never heard gets us all quiet. A woman’s scream.

“The hell was that?” asks Larone. I shake my head. The scream is heard again, followed

by pounding from the inside of the trunk. “It’s coming from the trunk!” says Junior. We walk

over to the trunk while Vinnie and Michael hang back. “Rabbit, get that trunk open,” I tell him.

Rabbit begins going through his bag so  he can pick the lock. “We don’t know what’s in there,”

says Byron. “We about to find out,” I say. Rabbit gets the trunk open. As soon as he opens

it, a screaming brunette woman jumps out screaming at us. She runs into a wall, falling to the

ground with her hands up.

“Why’d you take me? What do you want with me?” demands the woman. We are all in

awe. “Lady listen, we didn’t do nothing to you okay?” I tell her. “Bullshit!” she says. “You

kidnapping women now? I don’t do human trafficking,” says Vinnie. “You kidnapped her?”

asks Larone. “Hell no. That ain’t Malcolm’s style. We jacked the car and she just so

happened to be in it. We didn’t know,” says Rabbit. “That’s a bullshit story!” screams the woman.

I slowly walk over to the woman. She backs up into the wall some more. “I’m not gonna hurt you.

Listen, my name is Malcolm. What’s your name?” I ask. “Julie,” says the woman. “We’re gonna

get you out of here okay?” I say. “How do I know I can trust you? I don’t even know what’s going

on,” says Julie. “Neither do we,” I tell her.

Junior walks to the trunk. He pulls out her purse, handing it to Rabbit. Rabbit looks

through the purse, grabbing her wallet. He pulls out her ID examining it. He walks it over to me.

“She’s telling the truth. Julie Parrish. She lives on J Street. She’s all dressed up look at her. She

must’ve been drunk at some club or function and got picked up by some dude looking to get in

her goods tonight,” says Rabbit. Jule grabs her purse and wallet from Rabbit. “Give me that. And

you really think I’m stupid enough to fall for a roofie?” Julie asks. “I don’t know. It’s a roofie for a

reason, cuz even genuis girl, with high IQ’s cam still get banged out and not know it. So it’s just

an assumption that it happened to you too,” Rabbit tells her. “Someone gave her a roofie?” asks

Junior. “What do you think Junior? It ain’t rocket science,” says Rabbit.

I walk over to the others trying to figure things out in my head. “You ain’t really gonna

trust this chick are you? The minute we take her back or let her go, she’s gonna say five niggas, a

white boy and a Mexican kidnapped her and that’s life in prison man,” says Cedric. “He’s right. I

read up on this,” says Byron. I take in all they’re saying. It’s too much. I need a chance to breathe,

take everything in. I look to Julie who looks like she’s been through a war. I look to my boys

who look as lost as I do. What is going on?

“You need to get the fuck out of my garage. Now,” says Vinnie. “Vinnie, let me think of

a plan then we can,” I say. “I’m not gonna tell you again. Get the fuck out!” yells Vinnie. “You

heard my father,” says Michael. “You ain’t heard shit cuz I’m not done here fat boy,” I say.

“Malcolm, I don’t care who your brother is, you watch what you say in here. I still have friends

who can have you go…missing, if I want to,” says Vinnie. My blood begins to boil at that point.

Larone grabs me to pull me away from Vinnie again. As he does that, the car phone in

the sports car starts ringing. I turn to it. I look inside to see the caller ID reading “Owner” calling

the phone. “It’s the owner calling,” I say. “No way. Larone shot the owner of the car,” says

Rabbit. “Maybe he got to a phone,” says Cedric. I open the car door and answer it. “I want the

girl. Or I’ll kill all of you,” says the voice. “Who the fuck is this?” I ask. “Don’t worry. But I’m

outside the garage,” says the voice. I drop the car phone and look to everyone.

“What’s up man?” Rabbit asks. “He’s outside,” I say. “The owner?” asks Larone. “Yeah.

He says we give him the girl, or we’re all dead,” I tell them. Everyone is in a panic. Except Cedric

of course. He clenches the large metal bar he has. It’s like a rush to him. “Man let me out there.

I’ll drop his ass and keep his whip,” says Cedric. “Naw. Something don’t feel right,” I say.

“Nico’s outside, he’ll take of the problem. Then you get out of my garage,” says

Vinnie. “He’ll kill us,” says Julie. We all turn to her. “Thought you didn’t remember?” says

Cedric. “You just said you guys shot him, and now he’s outside. He’s not playing around at all,”

says Julie. “The look he had. Something wasn’t right about him,” says Julie The sounds of a

grown man screaming, accompanied by the sounds of flesh being ripped is heard outside. We are

all standing still. Frozen stiff going nowhere.

Vinnie collects his things and runs upstairs like the bitch he is. “You serious?” says

Junior. Michael stands there stuck with fear. For a mobster’s son, he seems very bitch made.

Larone takes his gun out, pointing it at a door. I pull out my switchblade and squeeze the cross

that hangs around my neck. Cedric continues clenching the metal pipe. Rabbit has a police issued stun gun in hand. Byron is holding a hammer. Junior is holding a large wrench. Hector pulls out

a large M-100 and lighter. I make Julie stand next to a car in the garage without an engine. Don’t

know what to expect.

“Stand here. Bend down and don’t move. We don’t know what’s going on. Okay?” I tell

her. “Yes,” she says. “Do you know what it is?” I ask. She shakes her head at me. “I don’t know

anything,” says Julie. Yeah right.

“Hector, Junior. Go to the door and see what’s up. Keep your eyes open,” I say. They

nod, walking to the door.They get to the door and slowly open it. “Oh, shit!” screams Hector. Me,

Cedric and Rabbit run to the door to see Nico the guard, dead on the ground with his throat

ripped out.

“Oh, fuck! Looks like a dog got him!” says Rabbit. I turn outside to see a dark figure

go into one of the buildings across from Vinnie’s. “Hector come with me. You guys stay here,” I

tell them. Hector and I walk over to the building to open the door. The door is locked. Hector

breaks the window with his elbow. We see the dark figure inside. Hector quickly lights a M-100,

throwing it in. It explodes with the sounds of a loud screeching scream is accompanied with a

loud boom.

“I got that conchetumare,” says Hector. “You don’t know that yet,” I tell Hector. He

lights another M-100. He throws it in, it is followed by the screams of the dark figure are heard

again. “See, who needs a gun when you have fireworks from my country,” says Hector. He

makes a point, but something doesn’t feel right with this situation. “I think you stunned him or

something,” I tell Hector. “Good. Teaches him to fuck with us,” says Hector. In an instant, the

door from the building is kicked off. The door flies past me, causing the hinges to scratch the side

of my face, taking me to the ground. I turn to Hector, only to see the dark figure holding Hector

up by one hand, biting into his neck. Blood begins to pour down Hector’s neck, dripping on the

ground in a puddle as he screams in pain.

He drops Hector’s lifeless body, turning to me. “Give me the girl, and my car, and I’ll

make your death quick,” says the dark figure. “No,” I say. “Wrong answer,” says the dark figure.

He grows fangs and begins to approach me until he is shot four times, but they do not faze him.

My boy’s are screaming in fear at what is going on. I grab Hector’s bag, trying to run but the

dark figure grabs me by the throat. “Not so fast. I’m thirsty,” says the dark figure.

This is totally not happening. I went from car jacking, to fighting a real live vampire. He

goes to bite me, but instantly freaks out when he sees my cross. He screams, dropping

me to the ground. From out of nowhere, Cedric hits him in the head hard with the silver pole

several times. Kicking the dark figure away and helping me up. “We gotta go, come on!” says

Cedric. We run to the others in the garage, locking the door trying to catch our breaths. He is

banging and trying to come inside the garage. “Thanks man,” I tell Cedric trying to catch my

breath. “Don’t mention it,” he says.

I sit down trying to get myself together. Michael has moved Nico inside. He covers him

with a long car cover with tears in his eyes. Julie is sitting on the ground hugging her legs, lost

in thought to the situation upon us.

“Is he dead, is Hector dead?” asks Byron. “Very dead,” says Junior. I am trying to grasp

what has just happened because something in my mind isn’t clicking. Larone is pacing back

forth, mumbling to himself. That’s usual for him when he’s confused.

“What was that guy? Cedric asks. I don’t know what he or what it is, until Rabbit takes

the words right out of my mouth. “He’s a vampire. Freaked out when he saw your cross. Grew

fangs and killed Hector. Vampire,” says Rabbit. “Vampires. Really white boy?” Larone says.

“Did you not see that guy pick Mal up with one hand? Mal weighs at least a buck sixty. He

kicked the door off that building over there. And like I said he grew fangs and drank Hector’s

blood. That’s a vampire,” says Rabbit.

Julie covers her ears, screaming out when she hears the word vampire. “That’s such

horse shit. He’s a damn whack job or PCP or Crystal or some shit, you pissed him off and now he

wants to kill us cuz you took his car,” says Michael. “Good observation fat boy,” says Cedric.

“So say this is a vampire we’re dealing with. What do we do?” Byron asks. “Stakes, holy water,

garlic, crosses, silver, sunlight, roses,” Rabbit tells us. “Your dad have any of that here?” Cedric

asks Michael. “Yeah, this is just the vampire arsenal garage. I don’t fuckin’ know,” says Michael.

“The firecrackers messed with him somehow. Maybe there’s something in them,” says

Junior. “Maybe. Look, we need to look around here for stakes or anything that could help fight

off this guy,” I say. We begin splitting up to look around.

“If this guy is a vampire, and all those stories are true, if you get bit you turn. So why did

Michael let Nico in?” Junior asks. Nico slowly rises with the blanket over him. The blanket

slowly drops to the ground. A now vampire Nico grabs Michael, biting into his neck. Blood

streams down his body as he screams out in pain.

Rabbit grabs Julie and puts her behind the staircase. He runs to join back with us in the

center of the garage. Nico stands there staring at us. His eyes as black as night, his fangs sharp

as lions. Blood slowly oozes down his mouth as he looks at all of us. “Whose next?” asks Nico.

He runs towards Cedric who slugs him in the head with his metal rod. It barely fazes him, but

gives Rabbit enough time to stun him. Larone stands there, holding his gun and doing nothing. I

look around seeing a mop in a bucket. I run and break it in half. I quickly run towards Nico. I

stab him in the back. He eerily turns to dust and is no more. This takes me by surprise so I give

it a minute to kick it.

My boys stand there staring at me. “Yo, Mal. You the shit my nigga. For real,” says

Cedric. “You staked him like Blade bro. You a full on vampire killer,” Byron says. “This why Mal

is in charge. He stepped it up and said bring it, and gave it to Nico,” says Rabbit. As my boys

congratulate me. I can’t help but think of what I just did Hell, what we all saw. We’re dealing with

vampires and the virus is spreading.

I turn to Julie. I can’t help thinking that she may know more than she is saying. Then I

wonder if she knew this guy was a vampire too.

“Did you know he was a vampire?” I ask Julie. “No,” says Julie. “Don’t lie to me Julie

Parrish. We got your address and every so often, we like going shopping for new TV’s, jewlery

and things like that,” I tell her. Cedric snickers when I say that. He knows when I get sick, I

always let him get a piece. So he’s loving me in this mode. I don’t give a shit, this is a life or death

“Are you going to let me talk?” asks Julie. “If he feels like it,” Cedric tells her. “Speak,” I

tell her. Julie is utterly offended. “Okay look, I don’t care what set you claim, what you do to get

by and end up finding me in the trunk of a car, but I am dealing with the same shit that you are. I

see exactly what you see. So do not treat me like I am just some ain’t shit woman you decided to

rob or something. Doesn’t sound right huh? Are we clear? All of you,” Julie says to us. She points

at Cedric. “Especially you,” she says. Cedric blows her off and turns away from everyone.

“So you got in the car with the vampire, then what?” I ask her wanting to know every

piece of evidence she can give about everything happening. “I was waiting for a taxi at the bar

I was at for my friend’s birthday. He came up to me asking if I needed a ride. I kept telling him

no. So I started walking down the street. And like a flash, he grabbed me, pulled me into an alley

and put me to sleep or something. The next thing I knew, you guys were pulling me out of the

trunk,” says Julie.

“You need to check her ass to make sure she ain’t a bloodsucker,” says Cedric. “That’s

probably a good idea Mal. He could be using her to get to us,” Rabbit says to me. “I wasn’t bit”

Julie tells us. “Let Mal be the judge of that,” Cedric says. “We aren’t gonna hurt you,” I tell Julie.

“You better not,” she tells me. Rabbit starts trying to get a peak at Julie as I begin searching her.

“Back off you little perv,” says Julie. “I’m overseeing the procedure. Sue me. There’s vampires

outside,” says Rabbit.

I examine her neck, her arms, and her legs. Nothing. “She’s clear,” I say. A gun goes off.

We all turn to see Larone shooting Michael’s dead body in the head. “What’d you do that for?”

Junior asks him. “Because ya’ll brought vampires here,” says Larone. “Ain’t like we planned on

it,” says Byron. “I ain’t gonna die here. And I’ll die by God’s hands. Not man or vampire,” Larone

says. “They all are created by God. So in a way. You got your wish,” I tell him.

“Enough with the fighting and bickering. What are we gonna do?” Julie asks. I proceed

to the broken mop. I break the rest of it in half. I give one to Cedric and one to Rabbit. In the

kitchen area of the garage, I go through the fridge, finding two balls of garlic and garlic powder. I

throw those to Junior. I give Byron a large picture of Jesuis that is on Vinnie’s wall. “What am I

gonna do with this?” asks Byron. “Vampires hate religious stuff. And I think seeing someone like

Jesus will for sure piss him off,” says Rabbit.

I walk over to Julie, giving her my switchblade. I look around her neck to see a gold

cross. That now shows me that she is not a vampire. “You’re gonna need this,” I tell her.

“Thanks,” she says.

“What are we gonna tell Hector’s uncle?” Junior asks. “Tell him the fucking truth. Ya’ll

let a vampire in here because you stole the wrong car. Now we’re stuck like sardines in a can,

just waiting to get picked off. All the blood that spills tonight is on you Malcolm. You fucked

up,” says Larone.

Larone walks off away from us. I can’t read him, but he looks pissed beyond belief. I

don’t like that look at all. “Don’t listen to that nigga Mal. You a motherfucking vampire killer my

nigga. We got this,” says Cedric. “Mos Def,” Rabbit adds on. That’s why I love my crew. When I

feel low, they bring me back up.

The sounds of static and radio voices begin coming from Byron’s pocket. He pulls it out.

“Checking in on a possible breaking and entering on Lien Drive,” the radio voice says. “They’re

coming here. Someone must’ve reported all the noise,” says Byron. “We’re way out in the middle

of nowhere,” says Junior. “You can hear those M-100’s from three blocks down. Someone

probably thought someone was buckin’, so they called one time,” says Rabbit. “We gotta be

careful about a cop situation now,” Cedric says for only me to hear.

Cedric and I walk to the door. A slowly crack the door open to look outside. A black and

white begins pulling in. I close the door a tad bit. “The cops here?” asks Cedric. I nod my head.

“Then let’s get their attention and get out of here,” asks Julie. “Because all they’ll do is take you

to the station for questioning. We all got priors. They’ll lock all of us up,” says Rabbit.

I open the door again. The cops are examining Hector’s body. Before they can radio for

back up, Hector turns to a vampire and attacks both cops. He bites into the first cop’s neck,

sucking the blood from his neck and dropping him. He turns to the other cop, breaking his neck.

He licks the blood coming from his open wound. Hector stops, smelling the air. He turns to the

garage door and sees me. He screams running towards us. I quickly close the door, holding the

stake out.

“Hector’s one of them now. He killed the cops,” I tell them. Hector continues banging on

the door like a madman. “He’s gonna get in,” says Julie. “No way. Can’t come in without an

invitation,” Rabbit says. “That shit only works in movies,” says Cedric. “Or on the CW,” says

Byron. “Trust me, he can’t get in without an invitation. It’s one of the main rules vampires cannot

break if they haven’t been in the building,” says Rabbit. Everyone of us looks to Rabbit when he

says that. “He’s been in the building Rabbit,” Byron tells him.

The banging stops. It’s quiet. I look to everyone with a confused look on my face. The

door is kicked open by Hector who is growling at all of us. “I’m gonna love this,” he says. He

runs towards us but Byron holds up the picture of Jesus. Hector screams holding his hands up for

dear life.

The first instinct I have is to stab Hector with the broken piece of broom, get the easy

kill. But he is quicker than I, throwing me across the garage into Vinnie’s economy van. I get to

my feet quickly, grabbing the piece of broom, and running to the others. Byron continues holding

the picture of Jesus up. Hector still remains unable to move towards us.

Michael jumps up near Larone, fully vamped out. Larone gets away from Michael

holding up his gun. “You think that will stop us?” he tells Larone. Larone unloads his entire clip

onto Michael with no effect. Michael looks at him laughing.

Junior takes the top off of the garlic powder, throwing a handful of the powder at

Michael’s face. He screams in pain holding his eyes. Cedric uses this oppertunity to stab Michael

in the chest, turning him into dust. “Nice one bro,” says Junior. “I know,” says Cedric. Junior gives

him props and walks over to the others. Cedric kicks at his ashes then he spits on the ground.

“Motherfucker,” he says.

Hector continues laughing. “It doesn’t matter. My master will never let you see

morning. He’ll come in here, get the pure heart, and kill you all. You’re dead!” Hector says while

laughing in that demonic tone. I see that he is standing under a car that is raised up on a large

jack. I push the button, sending the car on top of Hector. A quarter of his body is still visible, but

he is not moving. Rabbit walks over to Hector looking at him.

“You shouldn’t have turned bro,” Rabbit says. Hector magically comes to life, grabbing

Rabbit’s ankle and ripping a chunk out it. Rabbit falls to the ground screaming. Hector eats the

flesh from Rabbit’s ankle laughing. Cedric and Byron pull a screaming Rabbit over to Julie.

Junior grabs Cedric’s stake and runs to Hector. “Junior, no!” I yell. As Junior goes down to stab

Hector in the chest, Hector grabs Junior, quickly biting him in the neck. Junior screams in pain.

“No!” he yells to us. Hector drops Junior to the ground laughing hysterically at us. “One down,

five to go,” says Hector taunting us.

Like a bolt of lightning, I run, slide on the ground over to Junior. I grab the broken

broom, stabbing Hector in the chest. He quickly turns to dust. Hector is now dead for good. My

reaction is not what I expected, neither is the situation.

Junior is crying as I hold him. “I’m sorry man, I’m sorry,” I tell him. “It hurts Mal! It

really hurts man!” cries Junior. He is sweaty all over and pale looking. Julie walks over with

her sweater to put pressure on Junior’s neck. “The bleeding won’t stop,” she says. “He got bit, he’s

gonna turn regardless,” says Rabbit who is in pain trying to to tend to his torn ankle. Cedric kicks

one of Vinnie’s car’s out of anger as Byron is tying a rag to Rabbit’s injured ankle. Larone stands

off away from us like always, with a distraught look on his face. “This is bullshit. Not the little

nigga. That’s ain’t right. You hear me! It ain’t fuckin’ right,” screams Larone as he walks over to a

wall, punching it in anger. I take Junior’s hand, he looks to me like a little kid who was lost and

found his parent. My eyes begin to water because I know it’s only a matter of time.

“I don’t wanna become a vampire man,” Junior says. I don’t know what to say to that. No

one does. The expression on their faces when I look to them for some kind of back up. But that

can’t happen. I’m the leader of this crew. But for some reason, holding this kid in my arms while

he is bleeding to death, turning into some bloodsucking monster like Hector and that’s when I

feel in my chest. The feeling of emotion, tears turning into rivers.

Then Junior does something totally unexpected, he holds up my wallet with a smile on

his face. Cedric laughs while wiping his tears. I’ve never seen him shed a tear in my life. This

makes me laugh as I look at him in pain, yet he’s still trying to give me strength. “I don’t want to

become one of them Mal,” Junior tells me. “I know,” I tell him. Then he says it. “Kill me. Before

I turn into one of those things. I’m dead serious Mal. I chose to be down, and I’d die for you guys.

But die as a human, not a vampire. So do it man,” Junior tells me with content to his decision. I

turn to Cedric, Rabbit, Byron and even Larone for clarification. Each one of them nods with a

go-ahead. I still refuse to do it.

“I’m not gonna do that,” I tell him. “I don’t care. I don’t want to one of those things, kill

me! It’s my choice, and if you’re gonna kill me, it’s gonna be as me! Do you get that through your

head damn it! Just do it!” he yells to me. I turn to my crew who didn’t know what to do. I look to

Larone. “Give me your gun” I tell him. He walks over and reluctantly gives it to me. I stand up

with tears dripping down my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I tell Junior before I send a bullet into his head. I

turn away in anger at the fact that I just had to kill the youngest member of my crew, because he

was going to become something much worse. I give Larone his gun back and wipe my tears.

“Do you see where we at little homey, I mean do you really see the shit? Do you?”

Larone tells me. “Don’t give me your preachy, OG, 1999 shit okay. It’s a new time, and there’s a

reason why we doing things and you’re not. It happens. But we have other things to deal with

right about now bro. So not now. All right?” I say walking past him.

“Maybe we should give up. Seems like the thing to do?” Bryon says. “No. We aren’t

giving up,” I tell him. “It’s only gonna be a matter of time until he comes in and turns us all,” says

Byron. I get upset, grabbing Byron by his jacket, slamming him into the car. “We don’t give up?

We make either fight or make it to sunrise you understand me! I’m not losing anyone else you

hear me?” I tell Bryon. He looks at me almost scared. I let go of him. I walk away from everyone

to get a hold of myself.

Julie walks over to me. “I’m sorry about your friend.” she says. “He was my crew. We

watched out for him,” I tell her. Suddenly, a voice spoke, “That’s nothing compared to what I’m

going to do to you,” I turn to see the vampire who started all of this.

“Fuck you! What do you want?” I ask. “I want the girl. The pure heart, the last of her

bloodline. The lone soldier. It was just a matter of time, and then I was able to get her. So, you

give me her, I’ll let you all live…maybe till tonight,” says the vampire. “Who are you?” Julie

asks. “Tonsey. You look so much like your mother, grandmother, great grandmother and so on,”

he tells her. “I never knew them. I was adopted,” says Julie. “It won’t matter. We’ll spend eternity

together. Just come with me,” says Tonsey.

Me and Cedric quickly stand by in front of her. “I don’t think the girl wants to go with

you  dawg,” says Cedric standing strong. “Is that a fact boy?” says Tonsey. “Yeah motherfucker

that is a fact. I killed one of you already, I’d love to do it again,” Cedric tells Tonsey. “Brave

words for a warrior who will be dead soon,” says Tonsey “You can’t have her,” I tell him. “That’s

absolutley fine. I’ll just find another way in,” Tosney says then vanishes.

It is so quiet in the garage, you can probalbly hear a pin drop. Everyone is in stuck mode,

and there is probably no coming back. I grab a car cover to cover Junior’s body. Fifteen years

old is all I can think. “What time is it?” I ask. “One fifty two,” says Byron. “What time does the

sun usually come up?” asks Cedric. “Not until at least 6 or 7,” says Rabbit. “We need to arm up

as much as we can, and make it to sunrise. Then we’ll be in the clear,” I tell everyone. “You don’t

think this fuckin’ Tonsey guy won’t just look for us when the sunsets?” Larone asks. “I don’t

know. I’m just worried about right now,” I tell him without sounding too annoyed.

“Why does he want you so bad?” I ask Julie. “I don’t know what he’s talking about. I was

raised in a Catholic orphanage until I was adopted when I was five and lived with them until I

left for college. I knew nothing of my biological family,” Julie tells us. “Well it’s your bloodline

he wants. He’s obviously been looking for you for a long time,” says Rabbit as he ties the rag

around his ankle tighter. “Then we watch her back until this shit is over. He’s gotta come through

us if he wants her that bad,” I tell my crew. “Fuck yeah,” says Cedric. “Been a while since we

had to defend a broad anyway. I like the sound of that,” says Rabbit. “Only this time I ain’t gonna

reap the benefits of defending her,” says Cedric. “Keep it in your pants, Cedric,” says Byron.

“Why, you not hungry?” Cedric says to Byron.

Rabbit is on his phone looking something up. “So, as far as I am concerned, the situation

going on is Julie is kinda like Winona Ryder in Copolla’s Dracula, a reincarnation of a part love.

He failed to get her descendants, so he’s going after Julie. She is roughly over the age of 18 so it

was perfect to get at her now,” says Rabbit. “I did not know you knew this much about vampires.

Don’t get me started on, blame my Mom,” says Rabbit. “Well…he’s not my type for one thing.

We have to stop this, if that is really what’s going on here?” says Julie.

Larone points his gun at all of us. “Kick her out and give her to him. I ain’t gettin’ killed

over this bitch,” says Larone. “Larone, are you serious? He’s gonna kill her,” I tell him. “Better

her than us. I’ve seen what this thing can do. And it sure the hell ain’t doin’ it to me. And I’ll kill

all of you, just to survive,” says Larone. “Well, you better because he’s at the door again,”

says Cedric.

He turns to the door, but nothing is there. Larone quickly turns back to us but doesn’t

have time to duck from the metal bar Cedric is swinging at his head. Larone hits the ground cold.

Cedric quickly grabs Larone’s gun. “Should throw his ass outside with Tonsey,” says Cedric. “I’m

with that plan,” says Rabbit. “Naw, just leave him. Figure it out later,” I tell him. “You serious?

He was gonna kill us Mal?” Cedric says. “It’s not the way I do things. Just leave him,” I say.

Rabbit looks to Cedric nodding his head. Cedric is visibly pissed. Cedric kicks him in the head

one more time before rejoining us.

We place the door in the doorway to at least fill the open space to outside which lead to

our deaths. We all are suddenly famished. Rabbit pulls out the snacks he had bought from the

store earlier and hands them to all of us. “Ain’t a full course meal, but it’s something,” says

Rabbit. He throws me some Gardettos and a soda. Cedric is eating a Nutri Grain Bar and water.

Byron is eating fruit. Rabbit has Funyuns and a Cinnabun left. He turns to Julie. “Funyuns or

Cinnabun. Your choice?” he tells Julie. “Funyuns,” says Julie. Rabbit rolls her eyes. “I thought

you would for the Cinnabun. Damn. He hands it to to her and they begin eating. No one saying a

word as the events of the night have suddenly sunk back into them.

Julie is on her cell phone going through pictures of her family. This chick is very

different. Very down to earth. Most people see us and freak out. She didn’t. This goes to show

that there are some people in this world who see past skin color. Julie has and that has been

within her, her entire life probably.

Three hours goes by and we continue to sit and wait. Byron is messing around on his

iPhone. Cedric and Rabbit are self medicating with a Swisher Sweet filled with Purple Kush. I sit

with Julie sharpening more wood I found to turn them into stakes.

“So why do you steal cars?” Julie asks me. “Something my older brother got me into.

He’s been in the life our whole lives. Our old man was all messed up and on dope and drinking

all the time. So he never came home. My mom worked two jobs to support me and Marcus. Only

problem it wasn’t enough. Marcus, Larone and some other niggas they was cool with started

stealing cars, and making good money. One thing led to another, and I joined, then Cedric,

Rabbit, Byron, Hector. And eventually Junior. Then we got into the business with Vinnie and

now we’re stuck in his garage with a vampire trying to kill us. And none of this never would’ve

happened if I had just stolen the car Vinnie told us to,” I tell her.

“But then I would be dead,” says Julie. I don’t say a word, I just continue sharpening the

stakes. “Malcolm, I thank you. No one has ever stuck up for me like this. I couldn’t wait to

get out of my adopted parents house because everything was religion, religion, religion. Every

night we were at the church for something else. In bed by ten every night even at 18. That’s why

I moved to Sacramento to go to Sac State. Get away from Rocklin for a while. They would never

tell me about my past. But now I know that there was more than I could handle. That’s for sure,”

says Julie. I agree with her. As tough as I am acting, this was a shit load to handle within a night.

Ten minutes later, everyone is equipped with at least three stakes for themselves, a couple

pieces of garlic, homemade crosses made from pencils and tape, our large picture of

Jesus, and a gun filled with bullets marked with small crosses. We are ready.

The five of us continue standing around until the entire garage goes dark. “The power

went out,” says Byron. “Thank you Captain Obvious,” says Cedric. “Watch yourself, keep your

eyes open,” I tell everyone. The power comes back on. I look to everyone but notice someone is

missing. “Where’s Larone?”

Larone comes from out of nowhere, jamming a screwdriver into Byron’s throat. Blood

oozes out of Byron’s mouth as he tries to breathe. “Byron!” yells Rabbit. Larone begins dragging

Byron over to the door. Cedric holds the gun up to Larone, but risks shooting Byron in the

process. Larone kicks the door down. Tonsey appears. “I invite you in, you spare me, get the

girl?” asks Larone. “What the fuck are you doing?” I yell to Larone. “Consider it done,” says

Tonsey. “You’re invited,” says Larone. Tonsey walks into the garage, eyes directly on Julie.

Byron stops struggling, his arms fall to his sides. Larone throws Byron’s lifeless body

down, walking to Tonsey. He tries to speak but Tonsey jams his hand through his chest. Blood

comes from his nose, mouth and open wound as Tonsey grips his heart. “Thank you,” Tonsey

tells Larone before he pulls his hand out of Larone’s chest.

“Go, go!” I tell everyone. We all begin going for the stairs. Cedric and Julie help Rabbit

up the stairs. I get a stake ready and hold up the cross to Tonsey. “I hope you don’t think that

cross of pencils is going to stop me?” Tonsey asks me. I don’t say a word, I just look at him.

“Mal, come on!” Rabbit yells to me. “No use running, it’s almost over,” says Tonsey.

The sounds of several fireworks going off is heard. Rabbit throws Hector’s backpack

down at Tonsey. It explodes sending Tonsey to the ground screaming. “Mal, come on!” says

Rabbit. I take off up the stairs until Tonsey grabs me by the back of the neck. “Not so fast

Malcolm,” says Tonsey.

Cedric jumps down to us, hitting Tonsey in the head. He turns to Cedric like he is stupid,

taking his head off. Cedric’s body falls to the ground. I rip my cross off, putting it on Tonsey’s

head. He lets me go, screaming in agony as the cross brands his head. I have no time to mourn

for Cedric, so I run into the room with Rabbit and Julie. This is where we find Vinnie’s body,

wrists slit, and as pale as snow. “Sorry bastard killed himself so he wouldn’t have to deal with

what we’re dealing with,” says Rabbit.

Julie turns away in disgust. I close the door trying to calm down, but crying at the same

time. Rabbit has the same look, wiping tears from his face. “I’m killing him. No if’s and’s or buts.

I’m killing him. This won’t end later, this ends now,” I tell both of them. I gather the rest of the

stakes, garlic and the gun and look to the others. “You can’t do this Mal. We’re all that’s left,”

says Rabbit. “That’s why I have to,” I tell him. “You’re risking yourself for a complete stranger. I

was nobody to you until earlier tonight,” Julie says. “That don’t make it right. No one else is

dying because of this thing,” I say.

“Mal man, if something happens to you, then what?” Rabbit asks me. “Then you takeover

the crew. Bring new blood in,” I tell Rabbit. “Malcolm, you’re very brave to do this, for me. It

makes me feel good that you’re doing that for me. But don’t,” Julie tells me. “You’re not changing

my mind. Neither one of you,” I tell them.

I see a bottle of Vodka and make a Molotov cocktail when I put a towel in the bottle and

hand it to Rabbit. He already knows, I don’t have to say anything. “Like the incident with the

Russians down on Patterson?” Rabbit asks me. “You already know, just different scenario. Much

different scenario,” I tell Rabbit.

I am completly armed to the tee with everything I need to protect myself against Tonsey

and whatever he is going to be throwing my way. The feelings flowing through me are surreal to

the point of living them. “Be fucking careful bro,” says Rabbit. “Don’t get dead,” Julie says to

me as I get to the door.

A sound is heard from the window directly behind. We turn just in enough time to see a

dark figure quickly move from behind the blinds. Tonsey. It has to be. “What the hell was that?”

asks Rabbit. “You already know what that was. And he has fangs,” I tell him. “What is he

doing?” asks Julie. “Messing with us. Look stay here. I’m gonna draw him out, then you guys get

away all right?” I tell them. Rabbit and Julie nod.

As I prepare to exit the room, Tonsey jumps up from out of the ground. He kicks me and

Rabbit to the side of the room. Tonsey grows fangs, sinking them into Julie’s throat. “No!” I

yell. He continues sucking her blood as she screams in pain. Tonsey slowly starts looking at her.

“Me and you are one now,” he says.

I turn to Rabbit, giving him that ‘look’. Rabbit lights the cocktail, throwing it at Tonsey’s

feet, he instantly catches on fire. I jump to throw Julie out of his reach. He grabs me with his

burning arm, biting a good chuck out of my arm. I scream in pain, but manage to stab him in the

chest. Missing the heart. Tonsey begins laughing at me. “Wow. Missed”. “I know,” I tell him. I

put the gun in his mouth pulling the trigger. The bullet with the cross goes through his head,

turning him into dust.

I fall to the ground, grabbing my wounded arm. The silhouette of Tonsey’s aura or

whatever vampires have is turning into a white light. Ghostly orange flames come out of the

ground, taking Tonsey’s aura with it. There is one more bright flash that instantly blinds the three

of us for a short time.

Julie and I scream in pain as the venom Tonsey puts in both of us exits our bodies. Julie

and I are all better and our wounds are healed. The three of us look at each other. “Is he

dead?” asks Julie. “Oh yeah,” I tell her. “Thank Christ,” says Rabbit. The three of us laugh and

hug each other.

Sunlight is creeping into the window. The light hits us a little bit, giving us the greatest

feeling of relief. “Let’s get out of here,” I tell them. Julie and I help Rabbit up as we leave the

area of the final battle.

We go through the war zone downstairs, visions I want out of my head. I pick up my cross as a souvenir of the night. We go through the door letting the warm sun rays touch us to the core. But something grabs my attention, so I look back to the garage from outside. Larone’s body is gone.

The End.