Anika had barely loaded up Mass Effect when there was a loud thump on her door. She scowled. It was probably just the neighbor, again. If she ignored it he would eventually go away. She used the remote to turn up the volume on the TV.
Thump. Thump. Followed by a child’s voice yelling “I know you’re in there bimbo!”
Anika grabbed her .45 crouching behind her coffee table aiming at the door.
Thump. Thump. “Come out you poopy head!”
Poopy head? What the hell kind of insult was that? She approached carefully, before looking through the peep hole. It was a child, throwing a baseball at her door.
Thump. Thump. People were starting to come out of their apartments, curious, like humans are.
Xenosa knew that it would be relatively easy to kill the boy without injuring anyone else. But a dead child would certainly raise questions. It would be better to try to scare him off. Begrudgingly Anika put her gun away, and opened the door as far as the chain would allow.
“Gehen Sie nach Hause , um Ihre Mutter Sie hässliche Kind” she hissed, as menacingly as she could. She had found that speaking in Anika’s native tongue worked relatively well in getting people to leave her alone.
“Whatever Kraut, you’re going to come out one way or another”. He threw the ball again. Thump.
Anika looked at him again more closely. This was no boy, it was a ghoul. There could be only one reason why a ghoul was standing outside her apartment. Fuck.
“Alright, I’ll come out”. She locked the door behind her, still eyeing the ghoul warily.
“Hey Anika, you ok? Do you want me to take care of this for you?” spoke up her neighbor.
“No I’m fine, just go back inside”.
“Alright if you’re sure”.
She followed the ghoul away from the apartments, and the crowd was beginning to disperse. He was whistling to himself, a baseball bat slung over his shoulder, still tossing the ball into the air. How easy it would be to light it on fire…
That was a bad idea, mostly because of who sent him. It would be a very bad idea if she injured the messenger.
“They have a job for you,” said the ghoul. He handed her a manila folder. There was a picture and the name Charles Meckle, a local indie artist. “They want you to make sure Charles Meckle has an…’unfortunate accident’. It needs to be done by the end of the week.”
She considered it for a minute, before deciding that it was in her best interest to not to get on the vampires bad side. She was in enough shit with them as it was, there was no point it making it worse. Plus, she had been itching for a contract. While she was enjoying these, ‘video games’, a lot more than was probably appropriate, she probably did need to spend some time outside her apartment. The Ordo Dracul was not her first choice for an employer, but she did owe them.
“Fine. Tell them I’ll do it. But,” she grabbed the ghoul by his shirtfront lifting him into the air so she could stare him directly in the face. “If I ever catch you around here again…”
The ghoul gripped her arm, hard. “Whatever bitch, you can’t threaten me”. His breath smelled like rot and decay. She dropped him, bruises already beginning to form. He winked at her before shouting “Stranger danger!”
She watched him go, knowing that she probably hadn’t seen the last of him. Wonderful. As she walked back into her apartment she couldn’t help but wonder what Charles Meckle did to make the vampires want him dead. In the end though it really didn’t matter. Before anything else, she needed more information. She could talk to Darius, he probably knew about Meckle from around the art scene. Regretfully she turned off the Xbox, and dialed his number.
“Hey Darius, it’s Anika, do you think we could meet at the bar in a bit?”