Chapter 2: Anphira's Story
Anphira's race, the Satoris, were always out for blood. Or, rather, they were always out for a good laugh. She was never really in contact with humans enough to actually /test/ her power, so after she moved out at 16, she had a grand old time trying to find out what makes humans tick.
Her first victim was the man living across the hall of the apartment complex. His wife left him a year ago, then he turned to drinking his problems away. You could say he was the perfect first target. Anphira first met him as she was moving in. She was carrying a box & he was carrying a shady bag in the shape of a bottle.
"Hey, you want help with that?" he slurred. The smell of whiskey was overpowering from the few words he spoke.
"Ah, no thank you. I might need some help once you're sober though," Anphira said. /That/ shut him up.
'Fucking bitch, who does she think she is?' he thought.
"The fucking bitch thinks she would rather /not/ drop all of her expensive shit thanks to some old drunkard," she snapped. The man's face lost color and he shuffled away into his apartment.
The next day, Anphira was sitting on her newly-moved couch when she heard a loud banging at the door. She jumped up and looked out the peephole in her door; it was the drunk guy again. She slowly opened the door and peered out at him.
"What do /you/ want? Come to tell me off again?" she growled.
"Um, I just came to say I'm sorry for yesterday, we got off on the wrong *hic* foot..." he trailed off. Of /course/ he couldn't come over at least a little sober. Oh well, she might as well get close to him so she can fuck with his head a little bit. She opened the door wider.
"Apology accepted. Wanna come in for some coffee?" she said, smiling wide.
"Ah, sure..." he said, unsure what to make of this change in attitude. She stepped out of the way and let him in.
"You can sit at the table, I'll make some coffee." she said. She could tell he was starting to sober up a bit. Well, at least she could have a good chance at messing with him better.
She walked over to the coffee pot and started brewing away. "So, what's your name?" she asked.
"Ah, Demitri," he said, sitting down in one of the chairs.
"Ooo, Greek. The name's Ann," she said, finishing up pouring the two mugs. "Cream or sugar?"
"I'll do that myself," he said, starting to stand up.
"No no, I'll bring it to you," she called out.
"Alright... so what's your story, chick? Why'd you come all the way out to this shitty town?" he asked, pouring a large amount of sugar into his coffee.
Anphira sat down. "Well, I'm just looking to start a new life. I just moved out from my parents' place & I figured I'd start small."
'Heh, so she's young... she'd make a nice rebound from my wife,' he thought. She turned bright red.
"Heh, so she's young... she'd make a nice rebound from my wife," she repeated. "Is that how you treat all of your new neighbors?" She started stirring her coffee. He shook his head and his eyes grew wider.
"I... how did you-" 'What the f-'
"'What the fuck is up with this girl?' This girl is a mystery sir, and you're not gonna find out her full story ever," she said, finishing his sentence. She downed her entire mug of coffee and went to the kitchen to wash out the cup.
"I- I have to go," he said, quickly getting up.
'This is-'
"'This is really fucking creepy! What is this girl's damage!? I gotta call the landlord about this!'" she repeated back to him. "By the way," she whispered, "you /really/ shouldn't do that. What with your horrible drinking habit and all." She pouted her lips a little as she spoke those last words. At that, he booked it out the door. She could hear him slam his own door, and start to dial a number. She ran out the door so she could hear the conversation better.
"Yes, hello? I would like to put in my 30 days notice of moving out. Is there any way I could do that... um, faster?" he said with a shaky voice. Her lips curled into an evil smile as she walked back into her apartment, slamming her door. She laughed and laughed; this was /so/ much more fun than her friends made it out to seem. She knew she was gonna like living in the human realm.
