Cosmo Kid
Christmas in Key West brought me a present that allowed me to not have to escort, as selling drugs seemed like a much better option. No, I wasn’t going out and selling to little kids at school, but I was going out and selling to the people who had to deal with little kids, all the carnies at the carnival. It was a guaranteed market, as everyone knows that carnies like drugs.
Working as the go-between, I’d take orders and deliver in an inconspicuous manner. Sometimes brining girls with me to act like we were riding on rides, I’d try to blend in as being a delivery person for food and just a friendly carnival fan. Each time, my bag would be stocked with cannabis, acid, mushrooms and other such delights.
Why not take the money from the people who usually barter money from casual victims? They were just as likely a food source for me, so there was not a point in trying to fight it. For weeks, they proved to be faithful customers, buying only from me, as I was there fast enough to be given the grace of carnival dealer.
The sounds of bells and carnival rides became such a glee for me, along with smell of cotton candy and hotdogs. Sometimes I’d linger around, slurping on a snow cone, while other days, I would try to see how many times I could spin around on the witch’s wheel without feeling vomit rise in my throat. Every booth I passed caused a smile to rise on the carnie’s faces, “nice to see ya, what ya got for us today?”
I’d act like I’d play a game, handing off drugs instead of cash, which they would slip into the pocket of their apron. Sometimes I’d act like I’m throwing a baseball, only to really by throwing a baseball-size white packet of goodies. Other times, it would be a simple handshake of palming their desires.
There’s no better place to trip than at the carnival, with all the flashing lights and buzzing sounds. People expect for caries to be slightly off and a little crazy, so tripping just seems normal. The thought made me feel quite at home.
So did a guy though, too. Cosmo, they called him, one of the main guys who marionetted the carnival. He selected the puppets that would do the dancing, keeping them locked up in trailers that he could tow from town to town.
His artistic ability first struck me, as he’d paint outer space scenarios and things that might as well have been a mouse on mars. Working with requests, he’d paint one’s fantasy in a few moments, using soup cans for circles. Creation came naturally to him.
We got to know each other with time, being a friend of a friend, and he invited me out, explaining how simply he could make my life, at least for a while that would allow me to make some quick cash. Working under him would be easy, as I’d only have to make the phone calls for booking, keep cash in order when he was not around and fill in on whatever spots needed supervision. Whatever I wanted to do in the free time was open to me.
He ran a few joints, from rope ladders and climbing walls to other simplistic games that people loved to dump their money into. I’d get to travel from town to town, becoming truly enraptured at how dumb people really were, how easily they spent their money on the tiniest amusements, then I got to have an idea of mine put into action. Live feeding.
“People now gather round. Step right up and witness the outlandish beastly amazement. Watch a real live vampire feeding before your very eyes, draining its victim of life and blood.”
Each time I fed became a spectacle, and the more times I fed, the more money I’d make. People were begging to be my victim. They thought it was the greatest thing ever, and it made Cosmo and I rich.
I’d walk around the amusement park, and other carnies would warn the little people, “watch out; she’s a vampire.” They’d squeal with excitement, and occasionally, I’d snatch one up for a quick bite, just to prove my point. When parents would get mad, it was simple, “whatchya gunna do about it?”
We’d be in town for a week, and I’d bite a kid. The next thing you know, all the little friends are gathered around each wanting to be bitten. Sometimes, it became quite a job, but it was still enjoyable, even if little brats gathered around me with awe and glee.
Vamptasia came and filled in for me when I could feed no longer, delighted in taking a break from swindling people for their money in order for them to squirt a water gun. What would be more of an ideal place for such a life? It was utterly perfect, especially for him.
Do you have the ability to do drugs for days on end? Are you good at swindling people for their money? Are you running from the law or have need to be missing from society?
The join the carnival and start a new life. It was as simple as that, and we loved it. I formed a whole new family of carnies, from Cosmo and Vamptasia, to Johnny Quest, Hause, Kentucky, Casper and more.
From city to city, I’d suck blood and make money. I went on for the rest of my life like this, curling up with Cosmo for comfort when needed. He left everything to me at the end of his mortal life, too, truly making me the Black Widow.
THE END
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