‘Red White & Blue’ is one more short story by G and I’m sure you will enjoy it. Like me, G has retired to the Philippines and spends at least part of his time writing.
I appreciate that he permits me to publish his stories here first. Not only are these stories worthy of reading but they also serve two other purposes. One, they give you the reader something different to read – a different voice to listen to. Second, they give me a breather.
The Philippines has a tradition of ghost stories and tales of the supernatural. Filipinos have a word for these supernatural creatures – aswang.
An Aswang (or Asuwang) is a shapeshifting monster usually possessing a combination of the traits of either a vampire, a ghoul, a witch, or different species of werebeast in Filipino folklore or even all of them together. It is the subject of a wide variety of myths and stories. Spanish colonists noted that the Aswang was the most feared among the mythical creatures of the Philippines, even in the 16th century.
The myth of the aswang is well known throughout the Philippines. It is especially popular in the Visayan provinces of Aklan, Antique, Capiz, Iloilo, Guimaras, Negros Occidental, Negros Oriental, Siquijor, Cebu and Bohol. Other regional names for the aswang include “tik-tik”, “fi-fi”, “rako”, “bayot”, “wak-wak”, “sok-sok”, and “kling-kling”
Okay, enough from me and on with G’s story –
Inspired by Phanie my ‘adopted’ Filipino daughter and her great inner strength.
Red White & Blue
Jheneyva was the first to wake. Sensing that the sun had settled on the horizon she slid the lid of her coffin to the side. She stretched and rounded her shoulders. “Hmmm, nice nap.” She turned to the other coffins of her sisters, Cecile, and JJ. “Wakey, wakey, sisters.”
The house the sisters bought in the mountains of Colorado assured them constant privacy. Built by a recluse millionaire now deceased by natural causes. The house provides the lifestyle they had only dreamed of when they lived in the Philippines.
Jheneyva is a tall thin delightful girl. Sometimes too serious. She became a vampire while studying to be a teacher. She then turned her two sisters, Cecile, and JJ.
The lid to Cecile’s coffin slid to the side. Cecile sat upright and stretched. She rubbed the back of her neck, “Damn, got another kink. Gonna have to get a different pillow.” Cecile stepped out of her coffin with Jheneyva. She bared her canines and hissed, “Girl, I’ve got the hungrys.”
They both looked to JJ’s coffin, “JJ let’s go feed,” implored Cecile. Still JJ’s coffin lid stayed closed. Cecile looked to Jheneyva and shrugged.
Jheneyva knocked on JJ’s lid. “Sister, we are waiting for you to get up.” A low mumble comes from JJ’s coffin. Jheneyva and Cecile remove JJ’s coffin lid. “Sister, we’re famished. We need to feed.”
JJ pulls the coffin lid back over. Through a small dark gap, she utters, “Just a few more minutes, pleasssssse.”
Cecile sits on the edge of JJ’s coffin, “You didn’t come home with us. What happened to you?”
“Pleassssse, just a few more minutes,” JJ moans.
Jheneyva looks to her long red nails, “Last we saw of you, sister, you were with that basketball player.”
Cecile giggles, “Seems like you two were ready to score.”
Jheneyva motions to JJ’s lid and winks, “Did he taste as good as he played?”
JJ’s coffin lid opens. JJ stares up at her sisters, “Doesn’t look like I’m going to get a few more minutes.”
Cecile strokes JJ’s hair behind JJ’s ear, “We’re famished, dear, let’s feed.”
Jheneyva brushes her long black hair. She puts on blood red lipstick. She looks to Cecile, “Cecile, how do I look?”
“Beautiful, as always. Me?”
Jheneyva hands Cecile the brush, “You’ve got bed head.” Cecile brushes out her hair. “It’s that damn pillow.”
JJ sits up and braces herself on the sides of her coffin. “Ohhhh, my head.”
Jheneyva helps JJ sit up. “You need to feed, sister.”
JJ nods her head, then she grabs it. “Shit, I’m so hung over.”
Cecile brushes JJ’s hair, “Here, let me help you get ready.”
JJ allows Cecile to brush her hair, “We were at his fraternity’s party . . . Ohhhh. I didn’t realize he was drinking straight vodka shots. By the time, I felt the vodka it was too late.”
Cecile struggles with a tangle in JJ’s hair, “You know alcohol isn’t good for us.”
JJ takes the brush, “Yes, but I was so eager to feed I didn’t think to taste him first.”
Jheneyva tilts JJ’s head up, “Sister, here take some of mine. It’ll bring your head around.” Jheneyva lowers her neck to JJ. JJ drinks from Jheneyva’s neck. Jheneyva pulls back from JJ’s mouth, “There, how does that feel?” She wipes a drop of blood from JJ’s lips. She deposits the drop on JJ’s tongue.
JJ smiles, and kisses Jheneyva’s hand, “Much better, thank you, sister.” Rising from her coffin JJ hugs Cecile and Jheneyva. “No more young college basketball players for me.”
Jheneyva smirks, “He was cute and fit.”
Cecile mimics shooting a basketball into a hoop, “I loved his ass. So tight.” Cecile puts her index finger in her mouth. She looks at JJ, “Did you feed your usual way?”
JJ puts her index finger to her lips and sucks on it, “Of course. Double the protein plus iron, and vitamins.” Cecile and Jheneyva laugh.
Cecile sits next to JJ. “Jheneyva and I found these twin scientist guys in the college library.”
“When we licked their necks they never even noticed,” Jheneyva rolls her tongue out and up. “We pulled their chairs away from the library table and sat on their laps facing them to feed . . .”
Cecile finishes Jheneyva’s sentence, “A couple of real nerds. They tried to move us aside to see their books.”
Jheneyva twirls a strand of her hair and laughs. “When we left they were still there with dumb smiles on their faces.” Jheneyva looks to her sisters, “How should we feed tonight?”
Cecile rolls her eyes up, “You know sometimes I wish we hadn’t left the Philippines. There were so many . . . ”
“What?” JJ exclaims. “You liked feeding on all that poverty poor blood? It had no taste except for white rice and fish.” JJ shudders, “You can go back, girl, but I’m happier here – even if I do fuck up once in awhile. Give me a hangover any day over vinegar and sugar.”
Jheneyva puts her hand up, “Sisters, we have left the Philippines and there’s no going back. We need to learn the customs here, that’s all.”
Cecile hugs JJ and Jheneyva, “You’re both right, sorry. What do we do tonight? Disco?”
JJ shakes her head, “Too much alcohol there.”
Jheneyva smiles, “Something with an element of danger, but nothing we can’t handle.”
JJ nods, “Sounds good so far.”
Cecile puckers her lips, “We haven’t tried one of those alcohol-free strip clubs.”
“Oh, yeah. We could have our choice male or female,” JJ chimes in.
Jheneyva gags out, “No females for me. The last one was with her Aunt Flo. The quality was crap.”
Cecile glances at the calendar, “It’s the 4th of July here in America. Must be a party somewhere.”
“Their Independence day,” JJ salutes Jheneyva and Cecile. Maybe we can find some red-blooded soldiers.”
“Wait a minute you’ve just given me an idea. Red, white and blue,” Jheneyva says with a glint in her eye.
Cecile smirks, “You want to wrap someone in the flag?”
JJ studies Jheneyva, “Where we going to find . . .”
Jheneyva interrupts JJ. She shakes her head, “No, not find . . . delivered to us.
“A pizza boy?” Cecile suggests.
Jheneyva picks up the phone and dials, “You’ll see – red, white and blue.
Voice on phone: “911 emergency . . . fire, ambulance or police?”
Jheneyva smiles, “One each, please.”
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