Maahes A Vampire story

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1
o the beginning of a vampire
who started off as a slave
traded to work on a plantation in South Carolina
his name is is maahes this is his story

The day I became a vampire defines my whole life.  It feels like it was a few weeks past , but the weeks number in the thousands and the years in the hundreds.

1786..

The  whip cracked my flesh, and my scream clawed to the heavens.  My body was suspended  between two   wooden poles in front of the masters house. My skin ripped at every lash and the sun burned me with an intensity that even the whip couldn't match.   There was a crowd of  slave and slave owners watching  me with ridiculing eyes.
SLASH!
"That's right niggger!"
SLASH!

"Boy you gon remember this ass whooping!!!"  Jebediah  laughed. He was a short fat white man with a bald spot hidden by a wide brimmed hat, his speech slurred from whiskey, and his mouth dripping wet from the wad of tobacco between his gums; it is his pudgy hand that holds the whip.
"You tar lipped b*tch! You got the nerve to put your monkey paws on me?!" He roared and cracked the whip again.
Earlier that day, the slaves and I were in our daily labor of picking the three hundred acres of cotton that surrounded the plantation.  I had been working for barely two hours and my  clothes were already dripping with sweat, my  shoulders sore from carrying heavy bags of cotton.   As I bent over another cotton bush, taking care that the green thorns around the cotton didn't stab my fingers, I heard a scream and  I  looked up. 
Jebediah was standing a few yards away using a wooden cane to beat a pregnant slave because she couldn't work at the same pace as the rest of us, her hands clutched her swollen stomach in pain as she cowered in the dirt. Every time his whip spilled blood I felt rage build in my heart and hate pump into my veins. 

  All the other n*ggers continued  picking cotton, pretending like they couldn't hear the woman's screams but I couldn't bear the sight of this crime anymore.
I dropped the sack of cotton over my shoulder and ran towards them. As he raised the whip to bring it down one more time  to the woman I grabbed his arm from behind before he could bring it down.  He turned around and looked at me in shock and anger.

" Get your hands off of me you n*gger!" He said and then tried to push me away, I grabbed him by both arms and over powered, the natural strength native to my tribe was honed from the hours I laboured.  As the look in his eyes shifted from anger to fear I lifted him in the air and then slammed him on the ground with full force.

Before I was given more time to inflict the revenge that  all of us deserved, black  rifles and silver machetes were  drawn and pointed at me.   The Slave Drivers holding them roared for me to stop immediately or both the pregnant slave and I would be killed. ....twenty fours hours later I was being beaten as a public show for all to see .
I whipped my head back in agony and brought it back down slowly, glaring at the face of my spectators, a mix of broken negroes and rich whites staring at me with pure enjoyment.

The white people watching me, I hated with a passion that ached in my heart and burned in my spirit as they jeered and pointed at me in amusement, pale faces creased with amusement at my agony. 

Yet the negroes I hated no less. As they watched me, people although  not from my own tribe suffering the same captivity yet none took action to help, regardless of the fact they outnumbered these pale faced creatures by one hundred even.   But in between pauses that the whip found a home in my flesh I had flashes of memory to my old life.
Three years ago.