Chilu sighed and handed me the leather journal. It was heavier than I expected. It had an inscription in a foreign language on the cover, and I had begun to toy with it, when Chilu’s hand pressed firmly down on the crumbling leather cover.
“I would not open that if I were you. This is an ancient grimoire. It has been in family for about 90 years, but it is much much older than that,” Chilu said, pacing the room. His movements made me nervous, and I put the book aside.
“In fact, the grimoire has been around since Jesus instituted the Catholic Church through Saint Peter,” he continued.
“You see, wherever great good exists, so exists great evil. It’s not really known when the first vampires came about, however somewhere after the establishment of the Vatican, around 1929, an order of priests was established. This order, often called the White Fathers carried with them a secret, some of their ranks dabbled in the occult. It’s important to note this. Now, as part of his evangelical efforts, Pope Pius the eleventh, sent some of his missionaries out. So of course they came to Zambia. However, unbeknownst to the pope, the members of the occult travelled with them, for the largest part, undetected.
Now, you’ll recognize that there are already some vampiric legends in and around Southern Africa, most common being the tokoloshe, which feeds off your energy -”
I interrupted Chilu just there. “What’s a tokoloshe?”
Chilu scowled and I apologized for interrupting him. He cleared his throat and continued.
“Anyway, the White Fathers eventually settled in Northern Zambia, and of course began to set up their churches and whatever. However, strange occurrences started, a few years in. first, the livestock in the villages began to disappear. The villagers thought perhaps, there was a wild animal that was running amok, yet there were never any tracks. Until one day, a child went missing.”
“wait, Chilu how do you know this?” I asked curiously. I was really getting into the story but the more he spoke, the more questions I had. Especially about the grimoire.
“Kindly desist from interrupting me,” he said through gritted teeth. Perhaps he was really into the story, but the more he told it, the more fervent he became. It’s like he was slipping into a trance, and I didn’t dare to interrupt him again. He cleared his throat a little bit and continued.
“Of course, the clergy were up in arms about the missing child, blaming her disappearance on ‘local barbarians’, as they called it. Interventions were made, church services were held, the chief was engaged and alas, even in the midst of all this happening – strong men, began to go missing. Now you have to understand, at the time the livelihood of the villagers was farming. So imagine the havoc that ensued when the best labourers on family farms ended up missing. The rumours were many. Many accused the White Fathers of killing and eating these men they kidnapped, and had outcries for them to be sent back to Europe, until one day, the first man that went missing walked back into the village.
But something was different – he was unrecognizable. Whereas his skin used to be light, fair if you could say, he was now dark skin, and somehow more handsome than before. His skin was black, and seemed to cast off light rather than to absorb it. And don’t you dare say Twilight,” Chilu hissed before I could interject.
I smiled wryly and let him continue.
“When it was dark, he seemed to glow. And his appetite for meat was…insatiable. More of the missing people returned, and thus the cycle continued. Men and women would go missing and would turn back, fundamentally changed. They began to be known as banyama. And thus, the life of the village as everyone knew it was fundamentally changed.”
The sun had begun to rise as Chilu spoke, and the last shreds of the early dawn was replaced by the golden and red rays of a rising sun, a sun that ideally should bring hope in the morning. However, as the rays cast a half shadow across Chilu’s face, I knew that our life too had fundamentally changed. Something about the way Chilu spoke, the way the shadows distorted his face, and his impossibly smooth dark skin sent a shiver down my spine. I stood to try and leave, when Chilu grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me back onto the bed. He pulled me close to him, until he had wrapped me in a hug that felt more like a chokehold. I could hear his erratic breathing right in my ear, and felt his prickly beard grating across my chin.
“Mwangala, I’d be careful from here on out. We have a mystery to solve and only you can help,” he whispered roughly.
“Chilu let me go,” I struggled against his embrace and stumbled onto the floor. “what was that all about?”
I was confused, Chilu had always respected my boundaries- he was more like an older brother to me. He gave me the creepiest smile I’d ever seen, and he approached me on the floor, on all fours, as if to mock me.
“You’re the answer, Mwangala. You are the answer,” he said with a wicked grin.