Chapter 83. The 1860s. Kowumba's Estate

ALICIA CHAY

Sometime in the 1860s:

I settled in Natchez, Mississippi, a random town I wound up in by accident during the end of slavery, if you called remasking it fteedom. When you were a slave, there was some form of protection because you belonged to someone, a plantation.

 I didn't belong to one, fortunately. 

A couple of racist bigots approached me. "Who you be for?" They asked, surrounding me.

"Speak. Who you be for?"

I vanished and appeared at a small pub that served wine. I was the only girl there. A short, fair-skinned man approached me, with a smile.

"Greetings, gal. Wine or not, tell me."

"Blood. I'm a vampire."

"And I'm the sun. Wine it is. Made from grapes, unlike the peaches in the bluffs that glisten under the moon in the foothills."

"You seem mysterious."

We talked a bit about racial inequality.

"That Proclamation means what? When Lincoln signed that, some slaves decided to leave.