The Wrong One

Chapter 1

In the streets of Georgia, it would be much livelier if it wasn't for all the people hiding. It was usually uncommon for a city to be this dead at this time of night, and sadly, as the humans say these days, Bloods had control of it. She, of all people knew about it, being that she lived through the years. From the time she was in, she remembered the lynching and such... But seeing it evolve to police brutality and false charges  became a problem, even to her. Though she wished with all her might that she could intervene, she refused the urge. In the world of humans, even her own people must learn to stand up for themselves and stop having tantrums towards each other.

It had been about four hundred years since her tragic departure from mortal life. She could still remember it like it had happened yesterday. To this day, she still wished that Geiver was still there with her. His unaltered smile, his hopeful gleam in his eye... Though the masters called them niggers, to her, Geiver was a man.

In this time, however, she realized that her mind had gotten away from her and her work. She sighed away her feeble thoughts. She lived through four hundred years of change. Then, as hopeful as her heart could bear, it was shattered when the world took itself off of it's path.

Suddenly, her attention was yanked from its grip when she heard the bell at the door. She let her eyes quickly scale the one who ran into the bookstore and went straight to her. When she realized who it was, she slowly let out fresh carbon dioxide.

"Lenali! Lenali, you so gotta come on! The concert's tonight!" the girl said. Lenali looked at her and chuckled.  It was like her to be this excited. "Now, now, Rajah, you can wait five more minutes" she said softly. She chuckled as she walked over to the closet, Rajah following her, toying with a pair of headphones that was connected to her iphone. Rajah was the type of vampire that would get excited about anything new when it came to the sound of music. She had been blind, deaf and dumb most of her life in the time of the old west. When Lenali found her, she was alone, near dying, and out of sympathy, she turned her and regained her senses. She, as she put on her sweater, shook her head. This was a very peculiar night. "Okay... Let's go" she said as she walked up to the front desk and grabbed her car keys. Rajah jumped for joy as she hurried to the door. Lenali chuckled. It was good to have a companion. She was always willing to make her smile. It was the least she could do.

Lenali locked up her bookstore and threw her arm over Rajah's shoulder. "Alright, let's get a move on, Lenali. The John Leguizamo comedy concert is supposed to start soon. I already got front seat tickets." She said as she hurried to Lenali's car. Lenali chuckled to herself as she walked up and got in the car, letting Rajah in. She sighed as she turned the ignition. She chuckled as she drove off as Rajah started ranting with excitement, mimicking John's impersonations, making the silent Lenali laugh. This was what she needed. She needed to chill out for awhile, take her mind off. She had been off radar for centuries. She had no worries. She just felt like this was a good time to catch a show. Nothing big... Right?