Mokiri stopped punching the doll and turned around. "Shut up Whelp!"
"I'm not a fucking dog!" he flashed his fangs. "Imma tell my mama and she finna clean house!"
"Be quiet!" the werewolf threw the child in the room. "You ain't gon' be lonely. Play with the damaged."
"What the fuck!" July scurried to his feet. "What the fuck is damage!"
"Hi..."
July turned around to a little girl with scars on her face. "I'm Mokiri Gains. You wanna play with my dollhouse?"
July's upper lip creased. "No. Do I look like I wanna play fucking dolls with yo' chew toys."
"They aren't..." she looked at the ground. "The bitches got me actually toys."
"From where?" he mocked, "The homes and cribs of missing children?" July scoffed, he looked at her appearance. It made him all the meaner, "you a mutt."
"Yeah... so." she gazed at him. He was cute but way too cute to be a boy. "You look like a female."
"sniff my nuts." July stood in front of her. "You're a dog, you know what that means? You gave up a human body to be like this. You a fucking pet."
"I was born like this..." she gawked at him. "What's your problem?"
"I want this side of the room. You can sleep on the fucking floor." he shoved her. His eyes glowed pink, "I'm the son of a gangsta. I dare you to fucking try me."
That didn't matter to her but she also didn't want to fight. She was a werewolve's daughter, what could she do without his father. Well, she learned to walk because a bitch taught her. She learned to eat because a bitch taught her. She learned because one of the guards was actually a smart dog.
Oh, wait.
Yawa didn't teach her. So why was she scared? "Why are your eyes pink?" she uttered.
"Because, my mama taught me how to eat a nigga. I'm a cannibal. I'll eat yo body and soul." he stood over her torso. He licked his lips. Mokiri shied from his glance. "I ain't never had puppy chow." he turned his head towards the bean bag chair. "Because I ain't no weird ass nigga. The bed is mine."
"It's mine!" she was surprised at the volume of her voice. July shook his hand before slapping her across the cheek. "You bruise easy." he cupped her chin. "You finna be my bitch."
"I have--" he covered her mouth. "Hush puppy. I know you wanna walk with man but you have a tail precious." He lifted her chin up. "Open your mouth."
"Pervert!"
"Open. That was a command."
She opened her mouth; he lowered her jaw more with his index finger. "You really a puppy..." he said upon looking at her small fangs and four nubs in the front. She growled and snatched her face away from him.
"What happened to your mouth. It's all swollen and red."
"I bit my mom."
"Why?"
"Cause I hate the bitch."
"You came from a bitch and you hate bitches although you a bitch?" he squinted his eyes. "You a dumb bitch."
"No I'm not!"
"You need to be trained. I got kidnapped so... au revoire a ta vie."
She didn't know shit about language. She tilted her head to the side. "First lesson. Go sit down over there." July pointed across the room.
"Fuck you!"
"Shut up!" he yelled. "Go sit over there!"
"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" she jumped up and down. "I have rights! I have rights!" July tackled her, he held her by the throat. "You are a dog! Do as your told!"
"Get off me!" she screamed. "I hate you! I hate you!
He smacked her in the nose. "Behave!"
Tears leaked out her eyes as she solemnly swore to end his life.
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Gail entered the room with a duffle bag strapped to his shoulder. "Good morning Mokiri." he bore a grin as he walked in the room. He looked to the upper left corner of the room only to see July. "Who are you?" he questioned.
"Juls." he shrugged. "Who are you?"
"Why are you in her bed? Who are you?"
"Her fucking trainer." he exhaled. "She's a werewolf. Ain't nothing but a dog."
Gail Hussain set the bag on the floor. "You watch your mouth."
"Nah," he put his arms behind him. "I won't but you can bag." July flashed his fangs. "What a mothafucka..." Gail chastised. "Thank you."
He looked to the opposite side of the room. Mokiri laid on a black jacket with her hands under her head. "Mokiri..." he hurried to her. He lifted her up by her arms. "What happened?"
"Huh?" her eyes fluttered from sleep. "Nothing," she rubbed her eyes. "I was sleeping."
"She just needed a pup nap. Chill the fuck out."
Gail bore over his shoulder. Who in the hell... "Mokiri who is this? Did you father get you a handler?"
"They put him in my room." she said. "He's fucking evil."
"Haven't fucked you yet..."
"Who taught you to talk like that?" Gail scolded. "You look about fifteen."
"I'm actually fucking 7." he started to smirk at his own private thoughts. "Barely..."
"I demand that you leave at once!"
"I'm... kidnapped but fucking Fawa—Yawa, is gonna beg for money and expect my mother to pay. And to that I say. Fuck no. Also, your ridiculous question."
"Get out you little bastard."
"I said no. In Spanish, no. In French, non. In fucking latin, hold on, this might scare you..." he sucked in air. He let it go, "no."
Gail gritted his teeth, "I'll get the guards to throw you out!"
"I'm a vampire. You invited me!"
Mokiri looked at Gail. "That's how it works."
"It's some kind of war happening. The Ghytto is thirty and Virginia doesn't want to die. But God is happy so fuck it." July explained. "What is your purpose here?"
"I treat her."
"What are we doing today?" asked Mokiri picking herself up from the floor. Gail fixed his gazes on her, "W-well, today we we were going to check your eyes. How are they?"
"Ok... I guess. My left eye is like zooming in and out."
"Shirking and expanding in the vision?"
"I guess. Oh, I can't pick up my left leg."
"Let me see how you walk. Go to the window and come back to me." he directed.
Mokiri paced to the window and back to Gail. He told her do it again but this time, he said turn her head to the right and left.
When Mokiri turned her head left she went right. Gail said stop and do it over again. She took her time, she walked and turned her head right, she went left in her footsteps.
"Ok, Mokiri sit down."
She sat on the floor.
"Good dog. It took me forever to teach her."
Gail snapped his views at July, "Mokiri get up."
She stood up. "Good dog!" July clapped. "If I ever get to leave I'll give you a treat."
"Will you shut the hell up!" the doctor snarled. "What did I tell you in Spanish?"