Blood Domination System

13. A dirty Undertaking

Lekan whistled as he moved from the ironing table to the wardrobe now. It was just some hours since Blessing had left. Actually, it was another another day, although with the difference of not more than 12 hours in between.

Compared to other times, his mood was improved now. He moved to the wardrobe and whistled, putting a finger to his lips as he paused, trying to remember what he had wanted to get in the first place.

Shirtless with only a pair of trousers, black on his lower half, Lekan nodded his head harmoniously to the rhythm of the music booming out from the mini music player speaker which was on the table.

As if lit by inspiration, he opened the two doors of the wardrobe and then pulled out a shirt from the one with the hanger compartment. He held the shirt and then looked at the vintage styled design of it for a few moments. And after he was done with the observation, his head still nodding to the boom of music, he tossed it to the Queen Sized bed which was behind him. After that, he put his hands to his waist and then began to whistle, his whistling rhyming with the song  playing out.

The wardrobe was styled in such a way that it had two compartments, both compartments having its own doors. Now with the doors open, the insides of the Wardrobe was open to sight. The first compartment, on his left hand side had the allocation for shirts, coats and jackets which were suspended from the hangers, all of which hung down from the singular piece of rod at the roof of the wardrobe now. Below the hanger compartment was an allocation for creams and body care items which were placed on the shelf just below the hanging clothes.

A couple of creams, lotions and perfumes were stylishly arranged, a piece of facewipe was also present. And below this were some bags, bags in which some things had been stuck into, mostly likely to conserve the space in the room, despite the fact that the room was large enough to contain them.

In the second compartment, there was only two sections of it. One of which had some clothes neatly stacked and folded upon one another. And then below it, a neat array of shoes and slides were present there.

And on top of the Wardrobe also, a stylish selection of the fashionable and latest sneakers were arranged as well.

Lekan swayed his body now, dancing to the rhythm of the music now. He reached for a body lotion with the orange container and then poured some of the lotion onto this right hand. Once he was done with it, he returned the bottle back and then rubbed his hands together. After which he rubbed the lotion over his face, his hands and chest as well. Once he was done with that, he dipped his hands inside the section with the body care items and the brought out a comb, a tail comb which he used to brush his hair.

"Hmm..." Lekan sighed and then moved closer to the door.

With his change in position now, he was standing in front of the mirror which was just above the bookcase. He looked at himself and with a smile, he dropped the tail comb on top of some books over at the top layer of the bookcase.

He moved to the table, clicking a button on the music player which changed the music to a more solemn one. After that, he turned to the bed and picked the vintage shirt, driving it from the hanger which he left on the bed still.

Lekan placed the shirt in the bed and hummed still to himself. There was still power supply, and so his room light was still on. He looked up to confirm this and once he saw the light on, he picked up the Pressing Iron, bending down below the table to plug it in.

Once he was done, he stood back up, and then began to press his vintage shirt, which he placed in the center of the table.

Spending some seconds there, he nodded to himself and then bent down again to unplug the Pressing Iron. And then headed towards the mirror as he began to wear the satin colored vintage shirt.

Today was going t be a different day, Lekan theorized in his heart. Blessing had given him the invite to come to his school and whilst he had not given her a convincing reply the day before, the events of the night has made him reconsider.

He had no intentions of stepping out, initially.

He felt a sort of phobia towards his Uncle, thinking that the moment he left, his Uncle would want to do something stupid. And even though he could not really place where it came from, the screams and moans from the Master Bedroom which his parents used to occupy had convinced him so.

So, this morning, rather than go bonkers over the fact that his Uncle had brought in a girl to sleep with, right in his parents room, he decided to step out. Perhaps, if he did, he just might be able to get some of the sanity which he so sought after, dearly.

It would most likely be a surprise to Blessing. He had known her enough to know that she did not buy what he said to her, about thinking about it. So, if she saw it, she would mostly be shocked.

Lekan hummed out the lines of the song, swaying his head as he moved to spray himself some of the perfume from his closet. After he had done that and was duly satisfied about his look, he left for the music player, trying it off. He picked the wallet on the table, his mobile phone which had been placed face down all along and then to the wardrobe where he picked out a pair of Nike black slides.

KNOCK! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

A series of knocks resounded against his door. Upon hearing the knocks, Lekan looked to the door and then sighed out. With his music turned off, the knocking was rather audible and annoying to Lekan as he heard it.

He knew who that was. There were only two people in the house right now.

And of course, It had to be Uncle Desmond. He did not want to count the hooker his uncle brought as a person. Plus, he was sure that the lady who Desmond had been banging in the Master Bedroom all night would not dare to come knock on his door. If that was the case, only God knew what he would do to her. That is, if he could even stomach to see her face.

He did not answer the door, thankful that the door had been locked still or else, his Uncle would just have barged in. Silently, he moved to the table and then looked around, searching briefly with his was for just anything which he may have missed out. But then he found nothing.

He had already pocketed his wallet and his mobile phone. Was there anything else which be needed to take with him, he pondered.

After a second of looking about the table, his eyes settled on the piece of paper which had come along with the ring he had been willed by his late father.

He lifted the paper just a little and then, his eyes caught the sight of the ring which was behind it all along. Seeing it reminded him of the incident which had happened recently.

The silhouette that he had seen which had spoken to him, making cold shivers pass through his spine. Absent mindedly, he picked the ring as his mind began to replay the incident with the silhouette.

He felt a strong compulsion to find answers to that. He did not just want t place it as a random incident which has just occurred. Or could it have occurred because he had come in contact with the ring? After all, the note had instructed him to master the power. Was the silhouette the power of the ring? He sighed hoping  that Blessing did not see him to be someone crazy now.

KNOCK! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!!

The knocks sounded again and this time Lekan reached for the door knob, opening it and settling his eyes on the one before him.

It was Uncle Desmond, just as he had guessed and he was wearing a light blue pajamas with a broad grin on his face. His Dad's favorite one. 

"Good morning!" He greeted coldly, shutting the door and then folding his hands as he frowned at the Uncle. "Uncle!" He spat out.

"Heheh!" Desmond grinned, rubbing his right hand against the back of his neck.

For some reason, his smile seemed all suspicious to Lekan and he could not help but frown even the more.

"It's a good thing you're going out to her place, you know!" Desmond started. "You should socialize. Meet up with new people and get familiar with friends and stuffs that people your age do nowadays."

"What do you want?" Lekan cut in coldly. He did not buy the sudden affection from his Uncle.

"Just take care, okay?" Desmond said, tapping Lekan by his right shoulder.

Just as his hand landed a few taps, Lekan's eyes flashed as he slapped away Desmond's hand.

"I don't have time for this fake thing you have on. It's not even two weeks since my parents died and you're already bringing a woman to their bedroom. Plus my dad's favorite pajamas? How envious can you really be?" He eyed Desmond maliciously. "Have you no shame??" Lekan said and then without waiting for an answer, began to walk away.

Desmond licked his lips, still smiling at the fleeting visage of Lekan. Once he was sure that Lekan had gone completely, the smile vanished to reveal an unsettling visage.

He dipped his hand into his pocket and then dialed a number.

"That bastard child." Desmond mumbled. After a ring, the line was picked and a gruff voice sounded over.

"Boss!".

"He is coming! Give him a solid, untraceable beating, you get?" Desmond said.

"Sure, boss..." The voice sounded again but towards the last word, there was a bit of uncertainty in it. "I just have a question if you don't mind. Isn't this a little too much? He is your blood after all..."

"That is none of your business! The boy thinks he knows everything. I will teach him where his place is!" Desmond said coldly, cutting off the line before the other person could reply. "And I dont mind, if you kill him as well." He added, a menacing smile to his face.