The Taste For Midnight Blood - Remy Blue - ebook
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A young African man, named Oni, lives in Chicago and works as psychic for the Chicago Police Department alongside his detective friend, Jackson. He comes from an deeply rooted traditional and family orientated West African family. As his family leaves the city to go abroad, Oni is set to take care of his younger sister, Zula who attends the local university.  At the same time, brutal murders appear all over Chicago, as Oni and Jackson are set to find them out. Soon after, Oni meets a young woman who attends Zula's university named Yura.Oni and Yura connect with one another as their family, customs and traditions clash with them, for they wish to be free at times. Both find a grounding place and have a mutual fast attraction to one another. Dark yearnings and secrets begin to spill from the case as it becomes more clear there is darker killer in Chicago with new hunting grounds. With no suspects, the FBI sends an agent to deal with the case. Zula tries to piece who the killer is, yet can she, for the killer is closer than she thinks. Jackson must stay close to the FBI agent as it would conflict with his truce with Oni's family's disturbing secret. Oni and Yura become closer and fall in love as the all events unfold around the murders and who is the beast trolling Chicago for new blood.

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Table of Contents

The Taste For Midnight Blood

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Taste For Midnight Blood

 

By

Remy Blue

 

 

 

 

 

(c) Copyright by Remy Blue, December 2017Eternal Diamond PublishingLos Angeles, CA 90242www.eternaldiamondpublishing.com

Chapter One

 

Drums beats sound faintly in the background as an alarm clock went off on a nightstand. The curtains open to the simultaneously as the alarm reads 7:30am. A hand moved out from the black linen covers to hit the alarm going off. A sound came from the covers and slowly growled getting up. An African man with dark mocha skin with shaved sideburns, a fade style haircut, and muscular built removed himself from the blankets. His big hands moved his face rubbing it. He growled lightly and opened his dark honey colored eyes. He moved out of the bed nude standing five-eleven. He flexed his butt and turned his strong thighs and calves to the window getting cat calls from some women watching his long form exposed to them. He yawned as the women moaned watching him move about through the room.

A brand an onyx symbol of a canine creature with silver and a small ruby chip stood was at the center of the circular round flat medallion held up with leather straps tied together. He glanced at it then placed it around his neck.

He moved to his dresser and pulled out some boxers to put on. He looked at the small mirror in the corner looking at his reflection round nose, full lips and a long neck with broad shoulders. He slapped his face a little looking around at his room with some tribal attire in the corner laying on a chair. Paints of different colors adorn his walks in earth tone colors with dark Serengeti themed. He yawned and ambled across the hardwood floors and entered in the bathroom. He opened his medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of green pills and placed it on the counter. He moved to his dresser and pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt. He quickly got dressed and put on some gym shoes. The man opened the door to hear drumbeats. He placed his hand on the railings and sauntered down the stairs to see three men sitting at a table.

The room was filled with West African tribal bodies of statues of full figured women. Some figurines stood on some tables. Ethiopian patterns were designated in the corners of the house. The three women, young, middle aged and older moved around in the kitchen. The younger one wore a green shirt and shorts with embroidered ‘eat me.’ Her short hair was pulled back into a bun and she stood robust with a full figure and average height. Her full nude lips glared at the man.

“Oni, you woke up late again,” she spat.

He glared at her then ambled to the fridge and pulled out some orange juice and drank from the carton, “I had a long night at work, Lerato.”

Lerato frowned at him and walked passed him and shoved him, “you wouldn’t have late nights if you came to work in the family business instead of being a psychic to the police force.”

A middle-aged woman similar to Lerato sighed and placed her hands on her hips and frowned at brother and sister, “Oni, and Lerato don’t you know that its bad luck to fight in the morning.”

“Mom!” they said at once reminding their mother of spoiled children.

The woman wore watermelon shirt and long skirt. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail to the side and she moved to cook some food. A middle-aged man with a gruff beard similar to Oni walked behind the woman and kissed her.

“Children, leave your mom alone,” the man said.

“Mosi, I was trying to tell them to not fight.” The woman said.

“Dada, leave them alone for now,” Mosi said then turned to take the carton away from Oni, “your sister is right. You could come into the family business and it would help.”

Dada, Mosi and Lerato glance at him. Oni sighed and glowered at them. He was pressured constantly to return to the family business but he wanted to do what he wanted to do.

“I have to go to work,” Oni rushed for the door, “tell Zuberi, Zula and Kojo I will see them later.”

Mosi exhaled, “that boy doesn’t understand what it means to be involved in the family business.”

Dada shook her head and took out slabs of meat and placed it on the mini-grill on the stove, “Oni uses his talents.”

“The boy is a healer, but he should be something more,” Mosi barked.

Dada lit the fire high and Lerato glanced at her parents and sighed. It would be a never-ending battle with Oni.

 

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Many policemen and women walk about the busy station. Some men are cuffed and pushed to the back. Loud noises surround the place as many people move about bustling through the station. Oni walked into the station and head to the coffee machine. He poured himself some coffee. He drank a little of it as he watched the scene unfold. He sighed and listened to many of the people move about. Oni’s ears perk up and he moved quick to a man about to pull out a gun. He frowned and punched he man dead in the chest. The gun fell out of his pocket and other officers pulled their guns on the man.

Oni stepped back and went back to his coffee. A man curly brown hair, light caramel complexion, stood six-two looking at the scene. He strolled over to Oni and slapped his back.

“Oni, you should join the force. You’re only ever here during the day,” the man suggested.

Oni continued to sip his coffee, “I don’t work nights. I work during the day. At nights, I work other side jobs, Jackson and you know that.”

Jackson scowled at his friend and chuckled, “you’re the best we got on the force. I don’t know you have these psychic abilities.”

Oni shrugged, “Jackson, I just feel it could be useful for helping what things come your way.”

Jackson nodded and pushed a file into Oni’s hands. Jackson looked around and saw the chaos happening around the police station.

“Look Oni, this came in a few days ago. There have been these killings surrounding all over the surrounding areas,” Jackson said looking around nervously.

Oni studied the disrupting images of men being brutalized and manned with large gashes cut out of them. He flipped through the folder and sensed nothing. Oni touched he images with his hands and glanced at everyone in the prescient. He shook his head at Jackson.

“I don’t have any read right now, but this isn’t normal patterns. This looks more tribal, ritualistic or animal-like,” Oni said without missing a beat.

Jackson took the file from Oni, “I wish you didn’t tell me that.”

“I’m sorry Jackson, but this isn’t normal,” Oni faltered.

“I’m going to have homicide down my back with this. I don’t know how to place these if you tell this is not normal,” Jackson said distastefully.

Oni glanced in a different direction and sighed. He didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but his friend’s current case was bigger than he intended.

“Oni, meet me later at the diner for lunch. Maybe we can go more over this case, I got,” Jackson said softly.

Oni nodded then left. As he sauntered back out of the police station. He stuck his hands into his pockets glancing around at the inner-city neighborhood. Many children, teenager and adults strolled passed him. Oni waved to some of them and they waved back. He walked across the street to the park and sat down. The morning sun peeked high in the sky. Clouds of smog filtered the air as he breathed in deep catching some of the smog. Oni looked up to see a woman with long black hair, a light tanned complexion, gray green eyes, small breasts, a heart shaped face, average height wearing a white blouse and black skirt. She glanced at him and smirked. A bus rolled by. Oni looked back to the bus and saw the woman gone.

 

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Many people came in and out of the white walled room filled diner with bustling customers. Teenagers, elderly folk, children and families ate together. Singles, couples and out of towners talked amongst each other as the orders of their food were brought to the tables. Old pictures of Chicago elite from different eras were framed on the brick and Mordor style place. Jackson swirled the spoon in his coffee. He glanced down at the files and shook his head trying to understand what was missing pieces. Oni had told him this was ritualistic but these were happening in his city. Jackson needed to solve this case before it caused to much attention. He sipped his cup of coffee and turned to the chaos of the diner.

The door swung open and Oni turned to look around to see Jackson hidden in one of the booths. Oni strolled over to his friend and sat down. Jackson passed the files over to Oni.

“Oni, I need to solve this soon before this turns into a cold case. I know you helped solved many of my other cases based on your talents. Some of the others turned into a cold case,” Jackson said staring at Oni.

Oni looked over the files and sighed, “I’ll help you, Jackson. You’re my best friend.”

Jackson smirked, “I’ve only been on the force for three years and as a homicide detective, I get weird shit across my desk but this is new.”

Oni continued to look over the markings of the victims in the pictures and groaned for he felt almost no connection to it being ritualistic now. Jackson sipped his coffee then put it down a few seconds later.

“When are you going to move out of your family’s home. You’re twenty-four,” Jackson leaned back in his seat.

Oni sighed heavily, “they want me to go into the family business but I told them no.”

Jackson chuckled. “Look, my roommate just moved out and you can come and stay with me. You work through the cases with me as a psychic but—"

“I also work making weapons, Jackson. Not often but I make my living making custom weapons for clients,” Oni arched an eyebrow.

“I know your quite successful and have a strong following. You’re a modern-day blacksmith. What does your family do again?” Jackson laughed.

“They work as mercenaries. I don’t want to do that. My grandfather was a blacksmith and so before them. My aunt is a healer and my other cousins are a well.” Oni crossed arms together and peeked out the window to see people walking down the street.

“Well don’t forget what I said that you can move in with me. I know your close to your family and all but sometimes a man has to flee the coop or in your case the nest,” Jackson laughed.

Oni glared at his friend, “I will do what I can to help you with the case but it won’t be easy. I will find a way through my leads.”

Jackson nodded his head and smirked, “I know you will find your ways. We got each other’s back.”

Jackson slowly got up and set money on the table. Oni looked out the window once more and sighed. The murders were close to his neighborhood and he wanted to make sure that nothing was that close to his place. Jackson dug into his pocket and pulled out a key.

He set it down on the table, “move in any time. You know how much the rent is.”

Jackson chuckled then walked out of the diner. Oni peeked down at the key for a long moment. A waitress came by and picked up the coffee cup and money. Oni got up and left the diner. As he walked down the street and glanced up at the modern buildings, he touched the medallion hidden underneath his clothes.

 

****

A woman with gray green eyes watched Oni as he strolled down the street. She put a piece behind her ear and sneered as she watched him. She turned and marched into a pawn shop glancing down at pair of blue contacts. She pointed to the case and the pawnshop owner opened the case and handed them to her. She smiled and placed some money on the counter. The woman put them into her eyes and she glanced back at the pawnshop owner.

“Thank you, sir, you were most helpful,” she said happily.

“Your welcome,” he fidgeted.

The woman strode out and sauntered down the street looking up at the people running passed her with brown eyes.

 

****

 

Oni marched through the doors to see two African men with similar medallions. Both men smiled at Oni and one sat down on the couch. The one of the left wore a green shirt and slick pants. The other one on the right wore a red shirt and shorts. Their honey colored brown eyes glistened in the light.

“Zuberi and Kojo, what are you doing here during the day?” Oni asked closing the door behind himself.

Zuberi stood up and turned to the windows to look at Oni, “you are the youngest. Mom and Dad feel that it’s time to move into the family business. Why do you waste your talents making weapons?”

Kojo stood up and shook his head at Oni, “Oni, even Lerato and Zula have joined the family business.”

Oni arched an eyebrow and turned around. “I want to do something else than hunt down others. You’re a hand for hire. Its good money and we have the skills for it, but I like what I do. Our grandfather did it before us and other family members back in Africa do the same thing too.”

Zuberi marched over to Oni, “our talents are better in a pack. We are stronger as a family. We don’t leave one another behind.”

Kojo strolled over to Zuberi and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Oni may need some more time to consider.”

“Mom and Dad waited for all of us get older and we will be wanting to move soon. We lived our life fine here but it’s not a settled place for us,” Zuberi motioned.

Kojo gripped his brother’s shoulder, “he needs more time, Zuberi.”

Zuberi studied Kojo and scowled, “Oni, our family tradition is strong and you will need to recognize that we stand strong together. The family pack is for life.”

Zuberi turned and away. Kojo smiled sadly, “Oni, we’re all of rightful age now and Zula turned eighteen a few months ago. Mom and Dad feel it’s time to leave soon. I suggest you get with the program too.”

Oni glowered then walked upstairs. He closed the door behind himself and thought miserably about what his brothers had said. He touched the medallion around his neck and moped. He didn’t want to leave. His parents were more nomadic and moved placed to place. Oni sighed, for he had lived in Chicago for the last ten years. He didn’t want to uproot and move somewhere else. Oni balled his fists together and decided that he would stay where he felt home. He loved his family dearly but there had to be a stand somewhere.

He opened the door and strolled downstairs to see all his family in the living room. Oni coughed getting their attention.

“Listen, everyone, I have made up my mind about everything that you have told me,” he said glancing at their faces. “I wish to remain in Chicago. I don’t want to travel with the pack. I want to stay here and work as a blacksmith.”

His mother stood up and frowned then leaving the room. Lerato, Zuberi and Kojo studied their brother. A young woman with long curly hair and a slender figure stood up. She stood up average height and ambled over to Oni.

“If Oni stays, can I stay here too? I just turned eighteen and I don’t want leave just yet,” the young woman motioned.

Mosi whined then scratched his head, “Oni, you can stay as long as your sister, Zula stays with you. The family pack is important and she will give you some balance.”

Oni glowered as to now he had to babysit his sister, “I guess.”

Zuberi, Kojo and Lerato laughed at him before leaving the room. Mosi marched over to Zula and kissed her forehead. He grunted then turned to leave. Mosi glanced at his daughter then walked away. Zula smirked for now she got to stay in Chicago a little longer.

 

****

 

The moon hid behind the clouds and fostered sheltered to the night creatures. Dark hazy shadows lingered across the night buildings as some people moved about. A man with dark shades, long ponytail, a black coat and tanned skin strolled down the sidewalk. A woman stood talking to a man. The man with shades watched the woman talk to the other man. A few minutes later, an eerie sound replicated through the area. Both the man and woman stood afraid as the howl sounds came closer. The man and woman began to run as the rustling of heavy footsteps alerted them. The man and woman continued to run.

A large creature with splinter like string like hair all across the body, dark skin tone, almost hairless, red spellbinding eyes, a deformed muscular form body with a six-pack; yet, stood over seven foot, with a deformed head almost human-like and sharp canine teeth ran in the shadows then jumped on the woman. She screamed for bloody murder as the creature dragged her into the darkness with its red eyes lingering. The man yelled and began to run away but the creature pounced on him in the shadows then dragging him close. Deep in the shadows, two snaps were heard. The sounds of gnawing and crunching festered in the darkness as the light was devoid of the area. No sounds were heard as the creature soon moved silent in the darkness. The crunching of flesh and bones erupted as it continued to feast. After many long moments, the eyes lit in the darkness then disappeared.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Days passed as Oni and Zula had said goodbye to their family. Zula and Oni said goodbye to their family as they let. Zula teared up, yet Oni sighed as he said goodbye to his other siblings. His father and him had a quiet exchange about protecting his sister at all costs. Oni bowed his head to his mother to give her respect. He hugged her and said goodbye as he was now his sister’s guardian. Oni and Zula were now in Chicago left to fend for themselves. Their family would never return, but he would have to always remain no matter what.