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It’s not ideal, but it works. Plus I can bring Roger and earn a paycheck in the process.
And since I’m indefinitely stuck here in this boring, lonely, soul-crushing level of the universe with beings my kind typically eats for dinner, this is all I’ve got right now.
Not that I had much more back home. There are multiple reasons I was sent here to rot, but at least I don’t have to hide because of them anymore.
No, now I just have to hide because the sun is scary, humans are food, and freaky looking vampires who are obsessed with words and the English language, comic books and anime, and old-timey true crime are just as weird up here as they are down there.
Regardless of where I am, alone is all I’ll ever be.
Chapter Three
Azizia
I’m mildly satisfied with the direction Felix is taking his podcast, but it could be better. I sense he’s still struggling to go all the way, and I hate that for him.
I’ve been listening to him non-stop, to the point I’ve memorized every word he says in each episode. His favorite words are now my favorite words.
Because I’ve been watching so closely, I’ve seen the way The Nerd Word has sky-rocketed the charts, and the reviews are flooding in. I try not to be pissed about all these people, thesehumansfawning over him, begging him to say things tothem.That is a no. Absolutely not. This whole thing was my idea. I wanted him to speak dirty things to me. If I knew how to use technology better, I'd hunt them all down, and cut their fingers off one by one so they could no longer type out messages tomyFelix.
On the same note, if I were better with technology, I’d find him myself to see him face to face. See what he looks like because I still have no idea. Even though his podcast is moving up in the world, he’s yet to upload a photo, and he’s since started ignoring all of my emails I’ve sent to him, begging for a photo and personalized messages just to me.
I fall asleep each night, dreaming of him speaking dirty things to me, and sometimes it’s so bad I can’t get to sleep at all. I find myself wandering around the house, going through this woman’s things. This woman who is really starting to smell, by the way. I need to get rid of her body, but I’m not entirely sure how to at this point. I’ve waited too long, and all it’s going to do is make more of a mess.
I try calling my brother for the hundredth time since I’ve been up here, and don’t expect him to answer since he hasn’t once since I’ve left. So when I hear his voice on the other end, I jolt upright.
“Azrael?”
“Zia, is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me. I’ve been calling you for like two weeks!”
“I told you the phones don’t always work to call each other.”
Oh… yeah, I think he did mention that.
“Right… I may have forgotten about that.”
“What do you need? I’m a little… busy.”
“With what?”
“Justsomething.”
He makes a grunting sound, then I hear another man’s voice. Then my brother says something that sounds muffled and I can’t figure it out.
I ignore whatever is going on down there, and whatever he’s doing, because this is more important. “Okay, well, I need your help. Lots of help, Rae.”
“With what? You haven’t been gone that long.”
“For one, there is a rotting dead body that I don’t know how to get rid of, and—”
“Zia, I asked younotto kill anyone.”
“I needed a place to stay!”
He groans. “Is there only one?”
“Yes, just one.”
