Bird of A Different Feather

Chapter 1

Sheena was contemplating on whether to spend the rest of her life in jail or just keep on serving this stuck up bully that was clearly here in Kenya for a vacation.

"It will be life without parole."

Her best friend Ali whispered,his African Arabic skin glowing under the disco lights.The hot Malindi air was stabbing against their skins but at this point,Sheena was used to it.She had been here for three weeks now, having come from the capital city, Nairobi.She liked the small town of Malindi because it was beautiful,on the coastal part of Kenya and a major tourists spot.She couldn't compare it it to Nairobi though,that city was huge,busy and bustling.

"I don't mind,the audacity of him asking to fuck me for the night.Do I look that cheap?"

She huffed,grabbing two bottles of apple cider beer and placed them on a tray.Not before wiping them though.She wondered why anyone would want a warm beer with such a humidity.

"Look at it from a positive side Shee,he wants to fuck you because you are beautiful.You know most of these tourists are driven crazy by girls like you;young,tall,slender and of course that melanin."

Ali bopped her nose and she blushed slightly, before grabbing the tray and heading back to the guy's table.Her feet padded softly on the warm sand,her short white dress swaying with the winds of the beach.Her eyes fell on the noise and chaos of people dancing on the set up free space.Taking a deep breathe,she spotted her evening's sworn enemy laughing at something,a cigarette dangling on his lips and a skinny looking black girl straddled on his laps.

"Asshole."

She whispered before dragging her feet to the table.The guy looked up suddenly,a wicked smile on his face.He sat upright,ignoring the chit chat from his friends.

"Oh if it's not the Queen of England carrying two beers on a tray,"he pushed the girl and leaned forward."Having high standards with a low wage job?"

Ignoring him,she placed the tray on the table,plus the bill and walked away.She needed this job.Having an attitude wasn't really an option at the moment.

"How was he?"Ali questioned handing a waiter a bottle of some expensive wine.Sheena got lost in his smile, wondering how those supple lips would feel on her own,down to her clavicle,then to her hard nipples.Oh,how she would run her hands through his dark and soft curly hair.He had good genes."Shee?"She was pulled out of her thoughts with a curious look from Ali.

"Uhm...yes?"

She placed the tray and leaned against the counter, scouting the place to see if anyone needed her help.Working would be better than ovulating over someone's fiance right now.

"You looked like you wanted to eat me."

I want to feast on you.She thought, ignoring the snot coming from her.Ali was engaged,she had to respect that.

"Eew, why would you think that you cow."She laughed, slapping him on the shoulders.Ali grabbed her and pull her towards him and she got engulfed in his Arabic cologne.A gift he had received from his aunt who stayed in Dubai."I think you are a cute friend but no I don't wanna eat you."She lied,stepping away from him.With a smile,she looked at a table where she had noticed a customer signalling her.

"No,Shee,I mean like literally eat me.Your stomach has been growling.Eat something."

He winked and she rolled her eyes, grabbed her notepad and headed towards the table of some guy sitting alone at the end of the club.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Marc dropped on the white chair, situated at the end of the open restaurant.He sighed heavily,his eyes looking out at the Indian Ocean waters spread out beautifully.He had been here before,in this same restaurant but it had quite changed.Ten years was of course a long time.

It was three years since Saumu died and the hurt couldn't leave him.Sighing softly,he remembered how beautiful she looked on the first night they met here.She was out with friends.But he only noticed her tall,beautiful frame.Her melanin glowed against the night,her laugh the best sound he had ever had.

When their eyes met.Those beautiful brown orbs,that button like nose,the plump dark lips and the long braids running down to her chest,he had known that she was the one.

A sudden grief washed over him and he signalled a waitress leaning against the counter.Fortunately,she started heading his way,a notepad in her hand.He didn't pay attention to her though,his eyes moved to a couple holding each other, seating on the sand and looking at the ocean.There were a lot of people spread around,either holdind a beer,a cocktail or a glass of wine,swaying to the Afrobeats music.

"Welcome sir,what can I get you?"

He heard a voice and for a moment his heart stopped.No,it couldn't be.His breathe hitched in his throat,a scared look embracing his features.Slowly,he brought his eyes to his face and he almost let out a scream.

"Are you okay sir?"The waitress said,a startled look painted on her face."We have many options.We have beers,wines,cocktails,whatever you want.You can scan the menu here sir."

"It can't be."

Marc whispered, getting up and ignoring the blasting music.His heart was beating faster than it had ever done.He never believed in the supernatural and never believed in ghosts.

"You are dead."He continued whispering,his hands reaching for her face.She flinched,taking a step back."I buried you myself,I saw your body drop in the grave."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Before Marc could say anything,all the energy drained from him.His hands started trembling,a numb pain shot through his heart and his voice wavered.His vision then lost it's balance and the disco light turned to a ball of different colours and palettes.The last thing he remembered was the waitresse's shrill scream as his body dropped into the warm sands of the beach.