Maceo Nightingale

Vampire Hours

I was sitting in Lulu’s bedroom, drinking a hot cup of coffee.
My hands were shaking, and she was nowhere to be found.
Lulu told me that she was going out to buy food for her pet cat.
But it had been an hour since I last heard from her or saw her.
I slowly walked into the closet.
It was a huge closet filled with colorful clothes.
She had all these black vampire dresses.
And she kept cups of red blood next to her shoes.
She drank blood to help her go to sleep.
Her brother, Augustus, told me she bought blood off the internet
from a woman living in a chicken coop.

The bathroom door of Lulu’s house was locked.
Her dad was in the shower humming a tune.
His voice sounded like a bird flying through an alleyway.
I knocked on the door and he sang even louder.
I had to take a shit, my stomach growled and growled.

Lulu’s white cat crawled through the bathroom door.
I placed my cup of hot coffee on the ground and scratched my legs.
“Come here.” I said to the white cat.
“Fuck you.” The cat said to me.
The teeth of this cat were black and dirty.
Smelling like an old mans ears.
I pushed my red lips out and the cat aggressively scratched my cheek.
There was thick blood dripping down my face.
And Lulu was still nowhere to be found.
I sat in front of the bathroom door with a bloody face.
And watched the cat twirl around