The Seeker of Souls
By Anita Atkins
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With a body to die for and a face that can kill, Keke Malone is not just like any other girl. Seeker of Souls is a story about a young girl named Keke Malone that doesn't know her destiny here on earth. She doesn't remember anything, and she doesn't know where she comes from. Unknown to Keke that she is a Na
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The Seeker of Souls - Anita Atkins
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Preface
God loves us, his children, with all his heart and soul. Don’t we, in terms, should love him the same? Well, I do. Why can’t you all do the same?
A special thanks to my aunt Mildred Gaines and my cousin Aubrey Williams (too little, too late). Thanks to all my family members that have gone over. I will never forget them!
My name is Keke Malone. I don’t know how I got here, but I do know that I’m here. People call out to me, Hey, beautiful!
If I am or if I am not, I do know I need to live. I call myself Night because that’s when I feel the best. I travel these streets searching for prey. One man said to me, Fine. You are twenty-four.
Twenty-four, thirty-eight, whatever that means. He said, You have a body to die for and a face that can kill.
But what the hell does he know? Does he know my mother or father? No, he doesn’t because I don’t as well. All I know is that one day I woke up, and there were streets, cars, and buildings, and I walked to this place. Some women told me to get off their corner. Then they took me to this place called a club. Something was smelling very good. It made my stomach rumble. I was hungry. They said it was what you eat. It’s called food. The club—that’s where I met James.
Hey, beautiful, want to go home with me?
James asked.
I said, I’m hungry.
He told me, I will get what I wanted.
So, we left for his house. When we got there, he took off his clothes then mine. He started rubbing my body. I moaned. He stopped, but I wanted him to keep going. It felt good. We fell in the bed. I wanted him. I wanted to touch his soul. I was feeling better and better. Food. I could smell his blood running through his veins. Then I couldn’t feel it no more. What happened to him? Where did he go? But he wasn’t there anymore. He vanished, and I felt strong, good, and alive.
Two days later, I was out on the prowl again, looking and feeling hungry. Twenty-four, wait up!
I waited. His name was Fred. He had brown eyes and black curly hair and a well-built body, if that’s what they call it. But I do know he smells good, like food. I’m famished. I love the way people smell when they are about to be eaten alive. They taste like deep-fried chicken.
Fred, why don’t we go to your place? I have something for you.
Twenty-four, are you coming on to me?
Do I sound like it?
Yes,
he said.
Then, yes, I am.
His house was dark, the way I like it. I told him, Don’t bother about turning the lights on.
I start kissing him and rubbing his body. As his manhood began to rise, I felt him starting to move under me, fear all over his face. I felt good, happy, and pleased. It was over in no time. For the world, I can’t say what it is, but I feel like I can fly.
I’m going now. Oh yes, thanks for the drink.
I found myself sitting in my dark little world, head swimming. I felt like shit. Hey, man, will you please give me a cigarette?
What was I thinking? I won’t get anyone like him again. Sleep, that’s what I need. Sleep. Sometimes I wonder which world I am from, what time or place. How did I get here? Who brought me here? My dad? My mom? Rain fell from the sky. That’s where I want to go back to, my planet, where there are two suns and dark nights, cold, starless nights—home. I felt like the last time I ate; I drunk a bucket of beer or smoked a pack of cigarettes. Have to move around. Feeding time. Two days had passed already. Days were coming faster; time went by quicker.
Where have all the people gone? Well, I’ll go to the club where everybody hangs. Some women are here.
Hello, Mrs. Thing. What you doing here? And don’t think I am giving you a compliment. You look like the thing on the monsters,
one of the women said.
All the other girls laughed.
And you,
I said, smell like a whore.
She turned around real fast with a knife in her hand. She came after me. I stood there waiting.
She said, Ugh, fuck her,
then left, but I stood there looking, watching, and whispered, No, fuck you.
She and the other women left, going to the other side of the street. I watched from my corner, standing behind a post. They made their hustle all night. I watched. It was five o’clock. Dawn. I have to go. Wait, there she goes, heading home. I followed, trying not to make a sound. She was walking. Wait, she was looking back. Did she see me? No, she didn’t. She was just being careful. Not careful enough, bitch.
When she opened her door and walked in, I closed it for her. What the hell! Who are you? Oh, monster, it’s you. What the hell you want?
I said, Food.
She said, Get your ass out of my house.
I looked into her eyes and saw her soul. She wanted to put up a good front, but I knew she was afraid of me.
Hey, whore,
I said, have any food?
She said, No, I haven’t cooked.
Then you will do,
I said. I grabbed her and started kissing her. Her eyes got big. She started to tremble. I smelled fear everywhere. How I love that. My body was begging for more. She was good, pleasing, and then gone. Thanks, whore. I hate to eat and run, but it’s almost daylight. I’m finally full. Got to get another one of those!
Sleep, that’s what my days are full of—sleeping, waiting for the nights to come. Running from something big and mean. What is it? Maybe my fear, or it might be my subconscious, but it is chasing me. I turned around. It was gone! Have to catch my breath. I woke up with a starter. Who was that, or what was that? Feeding time. Walking down the dark alleys, someone was there, hiding in the dark.
Come get me. Are you ready?
No, I don’t think so,
the unknown somebody replied.
When will you be?
I asked.
I don’t know, but what I do know, I will be ready when you are,
it answered.
I went to the place they call Trailways. That’s where I picked up Lloyd. He was a dark-skinned man, about fortyish, with tightly coiled hair, thin face, and eyes like stars. He was sweet smelling.
What’s that you have on?
I asked.
The name is Old Spice,
he said.
How sweet, but that’s not the smell I am talking about. This smells like something hot and sticky.
How could you bring sex into this conversation?
Easy! Do you want me as bad as I want you?
He said, Yes.
Then your place or mine?
Follow me, little lady. I didn’t catch your name.
I didn’t say it.
Huh? What did you say?
Nothing. Just hurry up. I’m getting hungry.
You want to eat too? I have one of those, huh? My friends told me some young girls love to eat.
We do,
I said. You going to show me?
When I get home, how do you do it?
he asked.
Yes, but you can’t look. I feel a little shy because I don’t really know you.
I promise I wouldn’t look, and I promise I wouldn’t bite.
He laughed.
You know I don’t do that sort of thing,
I said.
No, I don’t know.
But what the hell do I care, I thought, because I didn’t either.
We walked about a mile. Where do you live? How far is it?
I asked.
Just around the bend,
he said. Here we are.
It was a rundown building with hardly any windows.
This is where you live?
I asked,