Death, Demons and Rent

Part Three

I wondered around the apartment for a while, snacking on some crisps. The door opened, I turned to see Anya. She looked tired, she had bags under she eyes, her hair was curly and messy. She forced a smile. 

"Who died and made you good looking?" She began, she looked me up and down
"What?" I asked, She pointed at my chest eyeing me,
"Probably the previous tenant," she laughed, I was confused. 
"What!?" I asked again, She huffed and turned around heading back to her apartment.
"What the fuck just happened?" I glanced at the window, spying my reflection I had no shirt on, you could clearly see my tattoos. Grabbing a shirt and headed over to Anya's, in the rush I bumped into someone.
"Watch it!" Some guy yelled, fulling pulling my shirt down. I looked up; he was about the same high as me, his long, light blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun. I could see some plats running through it. He had pale skin with these faded runic tattoos.
"Oh hey, you're not Cayde?" He spoke,
"Yeah, I'm staying here for a bit, I'm Jason," he shuffled over some books and held out his hand,
"Sam, it's a pleasure to meet you," he smiled, his piercing blue eye were intriguing. I shook his hand, I hadn't realised I was staring till Anya popped her head out,
"Ohh men," she giggled, Sam let go of my hand. He smiled at Anya,
"Always a pleasure to see you A, how's things?" Sam asked, she slipped out of the door way.
"Good good, could use your expertise on some stuff when you're free," she looked between us, her smile was clearly indicating something.
"Yes of course, anything for you A, oh and I left my rent in your mailbox." He turned and headed up a few stairs, "Cya around Jason," he waved and jumped up the stairs. Leaving me and Anya in that hall,
"Come," she disappeared into her place. That was a strange thing, right? Who was he? And what was he? I walked into Anya's. A wave of calming came over me and the uncomfortable horniness subsided.
"Um why do I feel so..." Before I could finish, Anya spoke
"I have chakra rocks placed at the North, south, east a west, it balanced me out and hopefully you as well," she was right there was a humming in the air like electricity was flowing through it. I glanced around the room. It was very open; the bed was to my left with a screen divider. There were book shelves on almost every wall, books over flowing some even piled on the floor, there was this round table in front of me, it was covered in papers and books and I could almost see the buried laptop. The kitchen was mostly the same as ours just not bar stools. It looked more like she was camping in a library. There was a door by the kitchen, I assumed it was the bathroom. She was at the round table milling though papers.
"Right well I did some research," she began, it was more like she had scoured the earth to figure out what I was, 'some' was a understatement,
"There are some references to revenants in the Albanian folk beliefs. There's not a lot of info on it. How does the sun effect you?" I was to busy trying to see anything that could resemble English, most of it looked like scribbled on paper, I stumbled over her question.
"Um it's annoying but I'm okay in the sun," she continued to rummage though papers,
"You know you can sit," she pointed to one of the chairs, as I moved it books, papers and scrolls fell to the floor,
"Don't worry about that," Anya spoke. I sat terrified that I might brake something. After a while the sun began to set, Anya let me move to the window seat, it was so comfortable, there were so many pillows and blankets, even the cushion was memory foam. I understood why she didn't have a sofa now. I just surveyed the street below, it was quite, a few cars drove past and some people milled around. Nothing much was happening. I glanced back at Anya she was pulling out some paper from a printer, I hadn't seen one before but it was probably under books until she needed it. I hadn't imagined Anya being such a book worm, but not only were there old books or scrolls everywhere, I could see a few modern books, she even had some mills and boon books. The sun had finally set just as a knock came from the door. Cayde popped his head in, he smiled then shut the door behind him. Sitting down he picked up some papers and started to organise the space a bit; placing books in one pile and papers in another soon I could actually see the dark oak hand carved table.
"I think I found more, we might know what you are but I need to know what happened when you were turned?" She spoke softly. The calming aura in the room helped with the coming memory of that night. I pulled one of the fluffy blankets closer to me. 
"I don't remember much," I lied, I remembered a lot from that dark terrible night...