Aleigha woke up with his arm over Mokiri. He sat up to look at her, her small sharp teeth visible as she snored. Aleigha moved from the bed and to the kitchen. Dead bodies laid out with dried blood.
He stepped over a guard's body in the hall, thinking he needed servants or hounds. She was a hound but that's all vampires did was use werewolves. They were considered lesser but more valuable than zombies.
In the kitchen, Aleigha grabbed a butcher knife from the drawer and went to a dead body laid out in front of the opening. He turned the body over, cut the white shirt revealing the white man's hairy chest.
"We gotta eat." he muttered. Aleigha cut from the chest down to the belly button. Digging the knife in deeply, barely any blood oozed out. He cut his waistline, Aleigha dug the knife under the stomach. "Chitlins."
For a moment he forgot how to cut a body to get to the bone marrow. But in the meantime, he and Mokiri could enjoy a sacrificial.
"Aleigha?" Mokiri called while rubbing sleep from her eyes. She wore a long white gown and knee-high black socks. "Where are you?"
"In the hall next to the kitchen." he called out.
She came behind him, "What are doing?"
"You like chitlins?" he wanted to know. She began to grin, "Piggies?"
"Man." he replied bluntly.
"Fuck." she heaved.
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Aleigha cooked which surprised Mokiri. He placed a hot plate of eggs and human chitlins. "It looks good." she said.
"I guess..." he sat at the square table with her in a separate room. Aleigha grabbed a half-empty syrup bottle and drizzled maple over the chitlins.
He fixed rice for himself and when he asked Mokiri, she denied him. "You sure you don't want any rice?" he questioned so he wouldn't have to get up again. "I'm sure..." Mokiri groaned. She stabbed her fork into the intestines. She sniffed it, "My mama used to fix it. We ate chitlins a lot, how did you make them?"
"Baked." he ate some rice with some eggs. "I don't know what that man ate but I had to clean him out."
"Hopely we aren't eating cancer," Mokiri grimaced. "You can't just eat people."
"I'm a fucking vampire with amneia. I'll have you know; my mother eats hearts."
"My mama eats brains," she cocked her head to the side. "So, what. You a zombie puppy?"
"No." she pouted and ate her chitlins.
There wasn't much to discuss. He jacked off a werewolf, her name was Mokiri Gains. She was fucking 12. "Who's Wyleisha?"
"That's what the Katcher called me."
"The Katcher?" he raised a brow. "Yeah... you didn't know werewolves are like dogs? As in, I have the same rights as a poodle." she rolled her eyes at the poodle word.
"You said you were made."
"I don't know, but I'm a Hawaiian."
"Ok." Aleigha stabbed a piece of chitlin and wiped it across the plate in syrup. "So, Wyleisha is your pet name?"
"Yeah..." she frowned. "But you know I wish I was a vampire. Y'all don't play fetch."
"This better not be the part where you ask me to make you a vampire. That's some classic ass hoe shit."
"You have more privilege than me."
"But I don't have the means--"
"Liar." she pointed. "It's a bunch of dead bodies about. Make a gathering."
Aleigha held his mouth open, throwing his fork in his plate. "Are you deranged. One, I'm a baby vamp. Two, I know puppet magic."
She stared at the plate and looked up at him. "What if you got somebody pregnant?"
"What?" Aleigha gazed at her calm demeanor. "I'm just saying. My body is a temple and the body stays at home."
He turned his head to the door and back to her. "Are you asking me to rape somebody?"
"I don't wanna be a werewolf. It sucks."
"I like hairy girls."
"I'm just a trapped dog—what?"
"I like em hairy..."
"Who the fuck cares if you like licking hairy pussy. I don't wanna be a wolf."
"Why not?" he gasped, "You one hell of a bitch."
As Mokiri jabbed her index at him, a knock sounded. Aleigha gave the hall a side glance, "Ironic."
Mokiri whined. Aleigha left his seat and headed for the door. He rested his hand against the wood. "Kilmli." he whispered. His height stretched and lightened.
He opened the door, in a deep southern accent he answered. "What seems to be the trouble officer?"
Two officers stood in front of the door. "Excuse us Mayor Growden. We received a call about some suspicious activity. We saw a man entering your house or broke in your house."
Aleigha contorted his lips, "Now I say, I've been in my home after a long tiring day. I know you boys is doing yeah job but let this old man rest."
A random bark sounded in the background. "You calm down now, Lucy." he turned to the officers. "She don't like strangers."
"Mayor Growden can we search the home for your own protection?" asked one officer. "Well shit and pie. Go on ahead." he muttered rudely.
"Thank you mayor," the two officers walked into the dark home.
'Take the first opportunity you see, said mama' he thought.
Mokiri posed, turning into a chubby rottweiler. She barked at the police. "Lucy!" reprimanded Aleigha through his fake voice.
"Is she dangerous?" pointed the blond.
"Not at all," he moved and picked up Mokiri. "She's just being a bitch." He bounced her in his arms. "Y'all clean up y'all checking. I'm tired."
And they did. His eyes turned pink, "I'll eat you."
"Bitch!"
"We cousins now. Stop barking."
"Now what?" she whined.
"Two legs, I got you."
"What you doing?"
He smirked, "Trap"
The dog snarled, Aleigha tapped her nose. He sat her dog on the floor. She transformed back, "How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"How tall are you?"
He dismissed his costume. "I don't know, like my dad was tall, my mom is like five elevan."
"You tall for a 14 year old."
"Thank you. My dick is eight inches."
"I don't care--"
"I ate you out!" he said in a hushed whisper. "I had all the glitter over me."
"I said--"
"All of it!" he sneered, "Goddamn thick ass little woman, you pulling my hair and shit."
"I'm not thick!"
"Excuse me, fat little ass bitch. Now, you wanna talk about having kids and shit. What the fuck wrong with you?"
"I don't like you!"
"Have you sucked dick before?"
"What?"
"Don't play me!"
"Mayor Growden?" Aleigha and Mokiri assumed the appearance. "What's wrong?" said Aleigha.
"May we check your basement?" Mokiri barked repeatedly. "I don't usually keep anything down there. Go right ahead."
'Imma make y'all my bitch'
Aleigha brought Mokiri to his lips, "Two legs. I got you with magic." She yipped. As Aleigha put her down, her rottie appearance turn into a thick two-legged werewolf, what Aleigha noted was her single gold tooth.
"Oh no," Aleigha looked her up and down. He put his hand out ready for a spell while dismissing how luscious her black fur assumed. He would ask later.
He swiped across the air, "You're invisible now, get them in the basement."
Though he couldn't see, Mokiri's ears drew back. He wrung his neck, "Chill, you ain't a pet." They perked upward.
'She's such a fucking liar'
Mokiri tip toped to the basement. 'I get to eat again' her tongue swiped over her joules. The officer looked over the basement, "There's some blood in the corner." the blonde guessed.
"It smells like urine down here." grimaced the redhead.
"Mayor Growden, can we talk to you?" the blonde officer turned to the stairs. As he got to the first step, he looked up at a smiling pup. Mokiri's tongue drooled, "U smell." her tail sweep the top step. "Get frighten, it workz teh meat."
She pounced on him, pinning him to the floor and ripping his arm off. The officer cried, the redhead grabbed his gun and shot two rounds. "Nope." the bullets flew and froze in time.
"Mokiri, don't ruin him. I'll give you another one." Aleigha came downstairs. "I got a plan." He faced the trembling officer, "Your name is Thompkin."
"Naim him billy." Mokiri slobbered. "Why do you sound like that?" he looked over his back.
Her ears laid flat again, she shrugged. "I really am a dumb bitch."
She really was a puppy.
"What do you want!" the redhead put his arms up. Aleigha's eyes glowed pink, "Body and soul."
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"I've never been a police car before." said Mokiri.
"I just want to make this clear—Drive Billy—you aren't a pet." he clarified. "Arg..." moaned the zombie.
The car drove, Aleigha sat up front and Mokiri stretched out in the back. "Where are we going?" she asked.
"Nightly arrest."
The police radio crackled on. "40I near Alder South."
"That one." she lunged from the backseat.
Aleigha rested his elbow in the window, trying to remember what a 401 was. "That's just a robbery."
They continued to drive in the middle of the night, "We need an officer at Diamond Garden, 29." Aleigha smirked and picked up the radio, "Husband and wife?"
"Family of five, two kids. We also got word of a 34."
"That's a mental case, I need more information." Aleigha deepened his voice. "You're a cop?" Mokiri gapped. "That's pretty neat."
"I'm fucking fourteen." he rolled his eyes.
"Woman named Noemi Holmes says her husband has a case of schizophrenia, she says he might be off his meds."
"Give me that street again."
"Diamond Garden 23459, house has a red roof."
Aleigha looked over at the officer's chest, 'Algernon Moran.'
"Officer Moran in route."
He sat back in the seat watching the zombie drive. "Can we go to 7/11?"
Aleigha turned to Mokiri astonished. "You didn't let me eat."
"Stop being fat!"
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They arrive at Diamond Garden, a family of five but the wife and husband stood outside. As the car drove to the curb, he could hear the husband shouting. "I fucking hate you! I'm not fucking high!"
"Calm down!" begged the wife. "Somebody help! I'm being attacked!" Noemi Holmes ran in front of the police car, banging on the hood. "Shoot him! Shoot him!"
Aleigha opened his palm, "Go."
The zombie swayed its body struggling to open the car door. Once opened, the zombie spilled out the car, stepping with its left foot and sinking towards the concrete. "Ugh."
"Help!" Noemi yelled at the officer. "Ugh arr..."
"My husband is trying to kill me." Aleigha lips moved to work the zombie's mouth. "I'm on it." gurgled the zombie.
"You're not very good at this are you?" uttered Mokiri.
The zombie toppled over trying to rise from the ground. Finally, able to stand up. His hand went to his gun. He waved it in the air before landing on Noemi. He pulled the trigger.
"Not done." Aleigha swiped his two fingers in the air. Noemi rose on her heels. "What are you doing?" Mokiri braced herself in the back seat. "Duplicate." Aleigha clapped his hands.
A gun floated in Noemi's hold. "What..." the husband rushed inside the home past his two kids. Inside the home, a teenager with neck-length brown hair. He turned around seeing his mother walk in and jumped out of his seat as the officer behind her, shot his little brother directly in the face alongside the sister. "Amber--"
His words cut as a bullet pierced its way through his forehead and neck.
In the car, Aleigha tapped Mokiri's leg. "Free Housing."
"I like the Mansion."
"We can't stand at the mansion. We gotta move around. Now come on, let's go eat."
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Mokiri ate the body sloppily. She tore out the stomach and heart of a young child. "Get ya fillings."
"Get out of my house!" shouted the husband. He couldn't stop thinking how a kid with pink hair was so fucking tall. "You know what I am?"
"You shot my son and kids!" he grabbed the iron from the fireplace and chucked it forward. Aleigha rose his hand. The iron bar froze and launched back at the him, shooting through his stomach.
Mokiri lifted her head from her meal. "Food!?"
"No Mokiri." Aleigha went into the livingroom. "Nice House." His neck moved sporadically. "can I stay?"
The man couldn't reply. "Fuck..." sighed Aleigha. He faced Mokiri. Crossing his arms, he thought about what to do. His eyes met the body of a boy in a varsity jacket.
Next to the living room, a dresser with a trophy on top. "Must have won a game." Aleigha paced to the body, he hovered his hand over him. He closed his palm as an idea entered his brain. "First Deidre, then Magna Carta."
"Lie-Lie, what about the lady?"
"I need people..." he gritted his teeth. He opened his palms towards Noemi, "Go nextdoor."
"I--ugh, arggg."
Noemi's body jerked as she made her way to the door. "Imma do it."
"Do what?" Mokiri hurried to his side. "Imma do a ritual. It's for mom anyway."
Vamps used Cut Street before. He could make another Cut Street. "What happened to your mom?"
He glanced at her. Then he picked up the sounds of gunshots, a neighbor's lights came on. "My mom has a lot of kids, she's married to Delagati and multiple other men. My mom is anemic like all vampires. And then she lost it."
"Lost it?"
"Lost her privilege." He looked at the floor. "I love my mom like I really love my mom. I don't want her to die. And... I want my fucking back."
She titled her head. HE looked at her, pink in his views. "Fuck all the gluttony in the world. I want my house back. Fuck Melvin."
"Lie-Lie..."
"Imma start a fucking riot!" he bit his teeth. "Y'all love God so much and disrespect the nigga every fucking day. Then he sends an angel; something you fucking asked for. And you beat and rape her!"
Mokiri backed away. Aleigha's fangs grew, "Juls! Fucking July!"