"You're going to do a ritual?"
July sighed, he tied up the bodies of two men and left the female struggling. He turned to the zombie Neomi, whom he renamed Godelieve.
"I'm taking the neighborhood."
"Why?" Mokiri sat on the designer cushioned sofa with her legs crossed. "Oh, what, it's for the ritual."
"What is your problem?" he gawked at her. She had to be stupid. She didn't look stupid but what came out her mouth. July was ready to have a conniption. "Can I have her body?" she pointed at Godelieve.
"No." he scowled. "what the fuck you want that for?"
"I don't wanna be a werewolf!" she stressed. "You aren't trying to understand me!"
"Bitch, maybe I don't want to." this was a worthless argument. He didn't remember what happened that night at the mayor's house. He bit his lip in thought, he could just ask.
"I can be an asshole or I can be angel—ironic—answer me this." Mokiri avoided his glance for a minute. "Why did you place me under a spell and put images in my head."
"That's how the vampir--"
"Bullshit." he approached her sitting on the couch. "Your telling me a werewolf knows vampire magic. And what the fuck was that story about you told me."
"It's the truth--"
A mighty left hand-printed across her fat cheek. "What are you doing?"
Mokiri held her face. Water collected in her eyes. "I wanna be a vampire."
"I don't give a fuck--"
"You used to!"
"What!"
"Remember I went missing!" she cried. "I told you about the Puppet Man!" she slapped the cushion with each word. "I don't know you!"
"You do know me! We were elementary together!" tears were visible. He felt a sharp prick in his chest, his eyes felt heated. "Mokiri..." she whimpered. "I told you about the Puppet Man."
And still, he couldn't recall a thing. What was that rising emotion? She got off the couch. "Your mom used to teach psychology. At Masta..."
"Now you just speakin' gibberish."
"Pay attention to me! I told you, I saw a White Man; a Wisp." She closed her eyes, tears dripped from her brown cheeks. Her lips parted, "You really don't remember..."
July rolled his eyes; the home was spacious. Godelieve stood against the wall, swaying back and forth. July went to the second living room with the son laid out on the carpet. July rose his eyes to the ceiling. "What's that boy in the mafia movies. Mama watches dam near everyday..." he bent down. "I don't know what it's called but you might be my thrall. Humans don't like the word but your whole person and purpose is to be a body for me." he stood up, still thinking what the equal role was in a mafia scenario. "I guess the underboss." he shrugged. "Well, let's go ahead and get you set up nigga."
July picked the boy up by his collar and dragged to the left hall beside the living room. He stomped his feet, understanding the sound under meant the house had a basement. He used to say that basements in Virginia were unnecessary given they occasionally had floods.
"Alright, in you go." He found the door to the basement and pulled on the knob. It didn't budge. He let go of the body and used two hands. He earned a squeak, July snarled, "Amāla!" he clenched his fist and drove his right hand into the door. July felt around the lock finding a large lock on the other side. "Really..."
Mokiri hurried to the hall, her ears perked up above her head. "What did you do?"
"The basement is locked. I need it."
"They have a big bedroom upstairs. I'm just snooping around."
"Good." He thought to himself trying to recall what the spell was for unlocking doors. He looked at Mokiri, "Come fuck up the door."
She pouted, "I'm not your fucking Jacob."
"But you black... so." He smirked pointing at the door. "Please?"
She rolled her eyes, Mokiri shook her shoulders from side to side and fur covered her legs, going up her body. She settled on all four paws, "Move."
"Why are you so fully?" He just wanted to pet her. Her fur covered part of her eyes. The tip of her ears barely appeared through it. "I'm not fluffy!" she barked. "I'm actually tangled."
"I've never heard of a nappy headed werewolf."
"I hate you!" She raised on her two feet and knocked down the door. A round of odor hit her in the nose, it dismissed her transformation. "Ugh!" She stuck out her tongue. "Death!" Mokiri ran from the door to the living room. "The body in the other room doesn't smell that bad!"
"Bring him to," July grabbed the body and tossed him downstairs before traveling himself. Mokiri went grabbed the poor father to the basement but not before using a kitchen cloth to cover her nose. She gagged, "Nothing smells right." she grumbled.
She went down the basement, hearing July chuckle. "You don't hang around graves?"
"That's a different family. I'm not part of the Anubis line."
He rose a brow. "What's your last name?"
"Gains." she looked at him, tossing the body to her feet. She sighed, "You don't remember me chasing you?"
"What are you saying?"
"Goddamn it!" Mokiri grabbed him by his collar. "The gains eat vampires! They don't fuck with them!"
July stared at Mokiri. "July... Aleigha, you don't remember falling into a ditch? Ok, I lied." His eyes grew, "I chased you for fun! I didn't for you to fall in the drain or whatever you call it—where those white kids used to skate."
He was completely lost. She let him go, "I didn't know you were scared of dogs. I'm sorry."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he lied.
"I wanted to say I was sorry. But then my family took you anc... your mom..." she smiled sheepishly. She put her hands behind her back, "cleaned the house. For less of a better word."
He sighed, "You cute and retarded."
She sneered, "Just like a fucking vamp. Can't take an apology."
He looked her up and down, fathomed by the audacity. "Just like a fucking werewolf! As soon as somebody comes you start begging. You want a treat bitch!"
Mokiri growled but flipped her hair, dismissing the argument, "You lucky!" she went back up. July mumbled evil under his breath, "You fucking lucky... mama was pissed. I got mauled by wolves. My brain is swollen and I have PTSD from getting bit. Fucking bitch ass--"
He looked at the bodies, one he would use for his thrall and the other could be a zombie. He didn't have much use for him. Godelieve could be a witch but he didn't know the rite. He could just make her thrall. Or a husk but then anything could get her.
He put it on the back burner.
He patted his pockets. "Shit, I gotta ask this hairy bitch for a pen."
He searched the basement in hopes there was a piece of brick in the corner. He could use magic and punch a hole in the wall but that was too much force.
What if he punched a wall with a pipeline? He had asthma, what if he broke a gas pipe or something? "Mokiri!"
"what!" she hollared. "Bring me something I can write with!"
"That piece of pencil dick should work!"
"Nah! How about the possum you call hair!" he screamed. "Stupid bitch! Bring me a marker!"
"I see a pencil..."
July narrowed his gaze, "MARKER LITTLE RABIES!"
Why did she trigger that memory that he buried so deep?
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.
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He remembered the smell of rot. Under his palm, dug from who knows and around him. Several vampires and one in the way back of the cave. "Come on! I'll fuck all you up!"
He shook his hand and wiped it on a stone. "I'll eat you. You're all fucking weak! I'll eat that fucking baby over there!"
"Shut up Rodney!" shouted a dark skin vamp. "I don't know what dem dam wolves gave you."
"He won't shut the fuck up!" claimed another, who was visibility naked. "They gave him mistletoe! That big ass wolf with the red scratches!" shouted a woman in rags. "He came with leaves in his palms!"
A loud thud silenced them; the woman sat on the floor. She waved her hand at July. "Come over here little baby." Her lips dry, a scar over her eye and seemed that she didn't have all her fingers. He didn't move for a moment.
As he looked around, he realized that it was a not a cave but a basement. He heard jiggling and a locking falling. "I'm horny." spoke a gravelly tone.
"He looks just like my Adre." said the woman. "Come over here." He shook his head. He picked up shallow breathing, he could barely see in the dark but it looked like a werewolf with a collar. 'That's a breeder dog.' he told himself. Identified by his spike black collar around his neck. If his mother taught him anything, werewolves had insatiable appetites. They didn't know if they were horny or hungry.
"Who can I fuck?" said the wolf.
"Little boy, come here," she whistled. The wolve's tongue rolled out his mouth. "Jolie petite chose." He leaned over and petted the woman's head. "quel est votre nom."
"Little boy, come over here!" she reached her hand out. "Maintenant, maintenant petit cor. De quoi as-tu si peur?"
"Little boy! I'm your mother! I promise! You don't remember me!" she rose her voice. July's breathing hitched. He put his back to the wall.
The wolf grinned; he hoisted the woman up by her neck and demanded for her to spread her legs apart. He cupped her cunt, and tickled her kitten. She yelped, "Oh, it's wet." he tickled faster, her legs lifted and dangled. "So am I."
He ripped off her already tore clothes, "Nice tits," the wolf licked his muzzle. "j'ai un chiot qui n'est pas sevré." he threw the woman over his shoulder. He looked at a black man, "Name."
"She's called Elisheba... Johnson." said the gentleman. "I don't know why food likes to name themselves." they growled. He ascended up the stairs again.
July's heart fluttered in his chest. He kept blinking his eyes trying not to faint. "Little nigga, you got a name?" asked the naked man.
"Aleigha." he said.
"Aleigha? Like the old king?"
"Now, who the fuck don' named a child after the damn devil?" said another. "Boy, who be ya mama?"
"Somebody."
"She ugly then." said a voice. "Little niggas hide ugly mothers. I know I did."
"I... can't remember."
"Well, ain't that fancy? Amnesia." said the man, "Call me uncle Coochie. And that nigga over there to ya left is a bitch."
"Fuck you Coochieman."
"The bitch that left..." he pursed his lips. "She had a little boy down here but darker than you. That was her son, and the dogs came down she was like," he started mocking in a high pitch feminine tone. "Lord, please, take the bastard of a child. And the wolf was like... fuck yes, I like dark meat. You get that?"
"I'm not retarded..."
"Well, you got the amnesia, I don't know where ya mind lies."
"Ok. Why are we here?"
"To be fucked." he revealed bluntly and he told himself, that this was a man that did not give a fuck. "What family? Anubis doesn't do this."
"You right, so you not retarded." congratulated Coochieman. "This is the Gains, niggas is mad because their great grandfather suck-a-lot-of-dick was excuted."
"For what?" asked Aleigha. "Zeus, the wolf on Millfield Street. He used to be Saint's dog. Then the motherfcker got loose." he rolled his eyes. "Zeus fed his master with bone and blood. Going into the natural realm and playing like a house pet. Saint bred that dog one time with a hooker. You know wolves ain't got rights. You put yo' soul in an animal. What did you expect?"