The Legend Of The Christian Zombie Vampires

Chapter 1

46/23 Pink Ladies Delight

Two Dope Boys at the 46

As summer went on in Las Cruces, New Mexico, two men sat in their small apartment smoking a blunt and playing video games. The days of hundred-degree heat strung together like DiMaggio’s hit streak of 1941. There were no signs of it cooling anytime soon, but that was understood. In this part of their distinguished lives, more things were understood than not. Unfortunately, that dilemma was not the premise for the story they would tell. On this particular summer day, with seemingly no wind, a swarm of bees buzzed through the desert. A few butterflies danced in the air and a peaceful lull overwhelmed the small college town. Long since passed were the days of excitement. As the men finished up a session of whatever video game they were playing, they stepped outside. Each with a cold beer in hand and warm smiles for the simplicity of what their lives had become. They laughed, as they often did, and looked out upon Triviz. Triviz was a two-lane street, one lane heading east, the other west. They stood upon a cement balcony not quite wide enough for two, but comfortable enough to look down at the parking area that was mostly full. Behind the men was a reddish-brown door that had a gold-plated number 46. A moving truck pulled right up below them and parked. A seemingly tall leggy young man dressed in skinny jeans and a black Misfits tee-shirt stepped out of the moving truck. With his hands on his hips, he looked up and saw Darius and Gregg of apartment 46. He gave a nod and a slightly timid wave. Darius and Gregg raised their sweaty cold bottles in a return gesture and said hello. The leggy slender young man was named Mitch. He was a young adult, and this was his first apartment. He has been assigned to apartment 23.  The apartment is directly below 46. As college town, and small-town culture dictated, Darius and Gregg invited him up for a meet and greet. It was a chance to get to know their neighbor and give housewarming kindness without intruding on the new neighbor’s privacy. Housewarming was something that Darius and Gregg knew much about. Once when they were young and threw a housewarming party, only Brandon showed up. Brandon would be known as a lifelong friend, though it had been years since his name was spoken at the 46. Now though it would be Mitch whose name would be spoken often. The three got along well together despite the age gap between them. About 2 weeks into Mitch’s tenure as a downstairs neighbor things changed just a bit. As the sun set and the moon rose one summer evening Darius and Gregg were startled by a frantic beating at their door. Darius kind of jumped in his seat at the sound of the knocking and yelled,” Entra!” Mitch walked in. He did not look so well. He sat down and pulled out a weed grinder and a sack of chronic from his pocket. He began to roll a blunt while making small talk about Mexico, its close proximity, and the questions many youngsters ask about its nightlife and safety hazards. As Darius and Gregg took turns telling stories of the past, and yes, the same stories that you are soon to read, Mitch, ashed the blunt into an old-looking ash tray that looked like a significantly old wooden cross. He begged to know about the cross. Though he asked, Darius and Gregg continued in their own conversations. They did not mean to be rude, but they were not trying to tell the story of the cross. No… But as fate did have it, Mitch asked a question. He said, and I remember it well, the way he looked at us. He said, “Guys, I’ve been having dreams of a place in Mexico. Tell me, do you know the Pink Lady? I have been having this dream. I’m walking under silver clouds and the desert is smoky! It reminds me of this area in the desert. I heard knocking. Then I hear a whisper. Sometimes it’s a laugh. Sometimes it says Mijo! But whenever I hear the knocking, it says, the voice… it says, Shhh… It’s Diane.  Darius!  Gregg! What is it about the Pink Lady and this voice you hear in my apartment? Do you hear it too?” Gregg and Darius stopped their usual laughing madness and looked at each other as seriously as March. They told Mitch about a place in time that they once knew. The Pink Lady. This is what they said.

Darius Oh shit! The Pink Lady I remember that place. First off, we used to go down to Mexico and party hard, I mean we used to get fucked up. I don’t go over there anymore because I’m on some Danny Glover shit. You know…I’m getting too old for this shit. Whatever you little young motherfucker. Anyway, so we get across the border, first we stop to get some cigarettes and gum, then go to the corner and find our cab driver Paco. This dude was the best cab driver in the ciudad, and he always had the plug for what was going on that day. So, we get in… I don’t know we must have asked him to take us to where the bitches were because he took us to this crazy spot called The Pink Lady. I swear when we walked in there were girls dancing in cages, blowing fireballs and shit, some of them were doing that circus shit where the girl dangles from a rope. The common denominator is they were all bad…I mean smoking hot. I just kind of looked at the whole scene, looked at Gregg, then we both nodded and split up. That’s just how we rolled. We would always split up. It just makes things easier. So, I make my way to the bar, and I see this really attractive Mexican chick making drinks and she is giving me the eyes, so I slide over to the bar and order a Corona and a shot of tequila. She tells me “You are about the sexiest man I’ve ever seen!” Then she licks the side of my face and opens her mouth like she was about to bite me or some shit. I stopped her and just shoved her face away and said, “Chill out baby I just got here we have plenty of time for all that.” I put cash on the bar top and strolled on.

Like I said, there were beautiful women everywhere! I got to admit the vibe was nice. I made my way around the club and all these fine ass women were giving me the look. I was in full time mack daddy mode. I was pulling them left and right. It’s just what we did, it was a different time. Back then you could go to Mexico and not worry about getting chopped up. Well, they might have chopped you up Mitch, but we could move about the ciudad with relative ease. I don’t know man I was fucked up. I was in and out. Like I remember shooting dice out back with some gangsters. They looked like they belonged in the mafia, but they were cool. They gave me a handful of the stickiest bud you’ve ever seen. Also, they offered me their sister, which was weird, but I was like fuck it she’s finer than a motherfucker. But then she tried to bite me and reached into my pocket for my wallet. I was thinking to myself “you stupid bitch my wallets in my sock. I’m going back inside.” When I came back inside something happened to the DJ. The music suddenly stopped, and then the record scratched. There was a loud bang almost like a gunshot then the beat dropped. Some kind of new wave techno music started playing when all of a sudden, this red shit started spewing from the DJ booth all over the people dancing. It looked kind of like an orgy or something. I went back to the bar and that bartender asked me to go in the foam with her. I’m like “First off, I don’t want to be covered in red shit all night and stop hounding me girl, the desperate thing makes you look terrible. Make me work for it a little bit for it…damn. Give me another round.” I turn around and take a sip of my beer. Suddenly this guy comes up to me. I think he was a pimp, but this guy was freakishly tall, and I swear to this day he floated across that dance floor. There was a certain confidence…a look in his eyes…man I don’t know how to explain it. He was dressed in all black but had a pale face with jet black hair slicked back. Almost, like he was trying to look like Count Chocula. He asks me “do I want to come check out the V.I.P.?” Right then three beautiful women appeared behind him almost out of thin air. They were bad, so I was like “Fuck it let’s roll Chocula! We get up to the V.I.P. room and who do I see…Gregg.

Gregg Yeah, I remember The Pink Lady. We got into a random cab. Dude introduced himself as Paco. I remember thinking that he was gonna try and kill us. Darius’ young confidence let me know we would be alright though. He looked right at Paco, and said, “Take us somewhere.” Well that somewhere was The Pink Lady. Darius and I had been to Juarez a hundred times. Paco seemed to take every dark alley on the map. I had never been so deep in. To be honest I was nervous about us getting back. So, we pulled up to The Pink Lady. As we walked in, I remember it was dark and people were laughing. I think it was a two to one girl-guy ratio. I looked at Darius and nodded. We split up like we usually did back then. The bar was dark but there were hanging light fixtures that looked like pink fireflies dangling from the ceiling that was too dark and far up to see. There was a black piano that had a bench seat. I sat down and looked around at the club. I didn’t see which way Darius went but I was so far into the establishment that I had lost track of where the entrance was. A waitress wearing tight white shorts and a black halter top handed me a martini with a maraschino cherry in it. She had a pink butterfly eye mask on that glowed. The black lights made it glow a pink hue that was memorizing. Then I remember a scuffle breaking loose. I heard a high-pitched scream. The music came to a screeching end. Men’s voices barked roughly at each other. I sat still just sipping my drink and looking around. I saw a small bunch of men who moved swiftly as a shadow carrying off another man dressed in an Italian mobster’s suit. The man in the suit was kicking and squirming. It happened so fast, like a shadow disappears when you turn a candle in a dark room. It probably should have phased me more, but to be honest, I was there to meet a woman. I was not about to be worried about the safety of a man I did not know. As I sat there, I felt a warm body near me. I heard the piano’s keys behind me being touched in a deliberate and sensitive kind of way. The hair on my arms raised like static. I looked directly next to me and didn’t immediately see anything. Though I felt a shoulder and arm of soft skin on mine, I didn’t see anything. I stood up. I surveyed the room and saw Darius at the nearest bar counter. I couldn’t tell you for sure if it was a girl or not. But… for sake of the story, someone was licking the side of his face. He was eating it up, the attention. He was okay and so I looked back at the bench seat. She was fingering the keys so perfectly and though I had felt her skin and smelled her scent, this was the first time I actually saw her. She made eye contact with me as I resumed my seated position. Her eyes were dilated and black and her skin was a deep olive-bronze. She was slender and curved in a perky but with a healthy thickness. Her nose was pointy like that of a witch and atop her curly hair she wore a sun hat that looked like it was made of lace. Around her neck was a ruby amulet. It was outlined with a silver casing that lay just above and between her voluptuous cleavage. Her red dress flowed down, and I could not see her feet, but I remember a slit on the side of her dress showed her smooth perfectly long shaped legs. As she finished her piece in the piano, the music from the DJ booth started up again. She handed me a rose and grabbed my hand and led me up a set of stairs that had a room just inside a dark and shallow hallway. I smelled roses and perfume. I heard a short pitter patter of footsteps but didn’t think to look as to who or from where they were coming. As she led me into the room, I noticed several men standing in silence looking like darkness surrounding the hall and even standing in the room we entered. We had not yet spoken a word, but we sat on a bed and the pink lights fell down from the ceiling illuminating a party in the room that I had not seen as we walked in. As I looked around at all the people, I heard a laugh. A maniacal laugh but the most familiar laugh. Darius walked in with a handful of women and a man hidden behind the crowd that stood out, though I couldn’t quite see. “What up carnal?” he said…

(To be continued)

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