The Girl in 3B (A reopening)

There is a girl who lives in apartment 3B, a woman actually. She is the most beautiful and interesting girl I have ever known. I met her on the elevator one day as we were both heading to our apartments. Obviously we live in the same building, I however live in apartment 4A. We only see each other in passing, I find myself admiring her beauty from afar most times. We both live exciting New York lives, our apartments being on the South side of Central Park though she has a view from her apartment whereas I do not.

She told me she is a field agent for the FBI and gets sent all over the world in responses to global terriorism. I believe her, as though I look for her everyday, sometimes it can be a month between sightings. I picture her in a dark room meeting with Al-Queda opperatives undercover. There is a shoot out, something has gone wrong in the translation and one of the terrorists gets upset. She rolls backwards over the table, griping the end so that it falls with her in a way that can serve as a kind of shield against gunfire.

She pressed her back against the table and fires back at the men shooting her way. Her backup bursts through the door killing her attackers. She has escaped another bad run in with terrorists. Though the country is a little bit safer because of her.

Of course all of this is bullshit, I actually have never meet the girl living in apartment 3B. I want to, believe me I do. There have been times where she and I are taking the elevator together, alone. I open my mouth to speak and I freeze up, of course she never notices as the door opens to her floor and she walks away. As for her job, well a girl like her is probably a model or something.

I don't know why I cannot find up the courage to talk to her. Maybe if you saw her you would know why. I am a completely uninteresting guy, unlike the life I imagine the girl from 3B having. I am a bestselling novelist, and before you start to praise me for that, by bestselling novelist I mean Science Fiction bestsellers. Yeah, I'm that kind of turd, nerd, geek, dweeb, whatever you want to call it. Though Sci-Fi lovers call me Kyle Johnson.

Not to say my love life is hopelessly void, that is far from the case. But the league the girl from 3B is in, well that's just not something attainable for me. I lack self-confidence sure, who knows she may not care that I write science-fiction novels. Hell, she may be a geek behind closed doors, what do I know? All I know is that I have never been able to so much as say hi to the beautiful woman in 3B.

I was in the basement when my most recent opportunity came about. The buildings basement serve as a large laundry room. At the time I was taking a load of whites out of the dryer and praying that the dryer monster did not steal one of my socks. I was bent over in the dryer making sure it was in fact empty when I heard the laundry room door open. I jerked my head out too quickly and banging my head on the rim with a clang.

Rubbing my head I straightened and looked for the person who had just entered the laundry room. My eyes went wide and my cheeks went red as I saw the girl from 3B standing at the long row of washers against the wall, her laundry bag sitting on the washer beside her. She glanced at me as I rubbed my head where I wacked it, but turned to her laundry quickly.

Again I opened my mouth to speak but again nothing came out.

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(I am looking for someone to play the girl in 3B. This is a writting experiment, meant to be a completely improvised thread. You decide who the girl from 3b really is, maybe she's an assassin, or a vampire, or an actress/porn star. Nothing is off limits. Before posting I ask that you please PM me your post first. I want someone here capable of writting with imagination and detail, no one liners, no one paragraphers please.)

P.S. Yes this is a repost of the same thread, however my last one has since died away, because my partner vanished. Anyone still interested in this?

Name: Falada Vastala
Hair: Black with streaks(color changes daily)
Age: 23

Falada stood nearthe washer watching the boy out the corner of her eye. She saw him around alot and he always seemed flustered when he saw her. She was quote suspicious of him and had begun to keep a wary eye out for him. She filled the washers deftly her delicate hands swiftly sorting clothes and depositing them into various washers.

She was dressed in he usual black turtleneck dress and black knee boots. Her phone began ringing. The sound was loud in the quite room and she quickly snapped open the pouch hanging from the black belt she wore over her dress. She checked the caller ID and pressed answer. She spoke low and swiftly into the phone her voice keeping the same pitch. She sighed and hung up the phone.

She leaned forward sliding up the edge of her sweater dress revealing a pair of black shorts. Around her waist was a gun belt. She slid the gun out of it's holster and cocked it standing to the left of the door. "Just act natural and when the person comes in the door get down and stay down or I'll kill you myself." she said harshly. Her gold eyes narrowed slightly as she remained still.*

At first I just ignored the phone call, after all it was none of my business. Yet when she hung up the phone she seemed upset and let out a sigh of frustration. That caught my interest and part of me felt like perhaps I was paying too much attention to this girl.

I was yanking my clothes out of the washer when I saw her lean over and begin to pull her sweater up. I tried not to watch, not wanting to see anything indecent, but I could not look away. Her sweater rose higher and higher until I saw a gun sitting ina holster on her belt.

Had I been right all along? I wondered. Could she actually be a secret agent or a super spy? My heart nearly stopped when she pulled the gun out and moved to the doorway, pressing her back to it to keep from being seen from the outside.

She gave me a hard look and a warning. I froze, swallowing hard. Act natural? What did that mean? Was she about to get into a shoot out right in our own apartment building? Crap I was going to get shot.

I took a deep breath and tried not to show any fear, instead I focused really hard on putting my laundry in the dryer.

As I did this, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs toward the laundry room.

I hissed lightly the noise calm and low. Pressing my back slightly harder against the door I prepared my self. I held the gun beside my thigh just in case it was a false alarm. I shot the boy one last pointed look. Act natural! I mouthed at him before turning my attention to the door.

The footsteps seemed to be getting closer. Then they stopped. The black barrel of a gun slid slowly into sight. With a quick devilish smile I moved. My hand shot out gently gripping the barrel of the gun. I tugged hard sending the man flying into the room. He fell forward to the floor his gun barrel towards me in my delicate hand. With amazing skill and deftness I twirled the gun so that the barrel faced him and the handle rested lazily in her palm.

She crouched placing a knee in his chest and held one gun to his chest and the other to the side of his face. She sighed pressing down with her knee. "Hey. What should I do with this guy?" I said looking up. A sadistic smile playing on her lips.

The action happened too fast for my eyes to even follow her movements. I had seen the man come down the bottom of the stairs and I saw the gun in his hand. The gril from 3B shot me a hard look and I remembered to act natural. I didn't know what that meant if the guy was walking into the laundry room with a fucking gun in his hand though.

I looked down at the dryer, pretending to be reading something. I heard the man grunt and looked up to see him flying head over heels through the room. The girl from 3B had taken his gun and was on top of him almost before he could land.

I had to blink a few times to make sure I saw what I thought I saw. She held his gun in her hand, the barrel pressed to his chest. Her eyes found mine and she smirked. "Hey. What should I do with this guy?" She asked me.

I gasped and stammered. What was she asking me for? She was the super spy not me, I didn't know anything about handling some bad guy.

"I don't know." I managed to say. "Arrest him?"

I let out a harsh laugh. Then looked at him my eyes mirroring both disbelief and scorn. "You think I'm a police officer?" I said laughing again. I took a brief pause in my laughing and put down both guns. Then in a swift move I snapped his neck and stood brushing my hands off. In a flash I crossed the room gun in hand and pressed it under his chin one hand pressing him against the dryer.

"Im Falada Vastala, leader of the Vastala family. You know the big infamous mob." I said. I realeased him and returned to the felled mans body landing a sharp kick to the corpses underside and sending it flying into the air. I slung the body over my shoulder and turned back to the boy.

"Well come on. You are going to help me get rid of this body." I said pointing the gun at him. The dead mans head was rolling freely on it's snapped neck. I walked over to him carrying the body as if it were a bag of laundry. I pressed the base of my gun into his spine. "Lets go boy."

I couldn't believe it! She killed the guy! Just snapped his neck with a laugh. Then before I could blink she had her gun pressed to my neck. She smirked and told me who she was, instantly I wished I had never been interested in the Girl from 3B. I had pictured her like a super hero and here I was finding out that she was actually a villian!

She pushed me toward the dead man, her gun pressing into my spine. "Hey wait a minute I don't need to do this. You don't need me right? I didn't see anything ok. Come on get the gun out of my back please." I begged her. I was shaking and still she forced me toward the body.

I was lost, I had no idea that my dream girl could turn into my nightmare girl. What bothered me more was that I was even more attracted to her now. How sick what that?

"Oh please, stop playing the frightened witness routine." I said rolling my eyes as I reholstered my gun. I handed him the dead body and focused on the other gun. I held it for a second before completely dismantling it. I then took out my phone and placed a quick call conversing quietly before handing up. Then I returned my attention to the boy.

"Well come on! We have to get this body out back for pick up." I said as I walked over to my laundry basket. I rummage through it a bit before coming up with a neck brace and a pair of sunglasses. I slid them both onto the corpse. With a slight chuckle I supported one side of him allowing the boy to support the other. "Were taking this out back. A friend of mine will meet us there." I said giving him a brief glance.

Little did he know he had just been pulled into the Vastala family's crime underworld and there were some secrets there that he didn't need to find out. "After we drop the body off you and me need to have a talk."

What could I do? I couldn't say no to her, she had a fucking gun pointed at me. I sighed and tried to toughen up, I would need to be tough or this situation was going to get even more out of hand. God I wasn't prepared for this.

I sighed and held the body while she produced props that made him look like an injured man in case we were spoted. We headed out back slowly, I was a little stiff at carrying the dead body but I managed.

Her helper guy pulled up and I was told to put the body in the back of the black van. The guy did not say a word, he simply shut the doors once the body was in the van and then drove away.

I was left standing in the back alley of my apartment building with the worlds sexiest mob boss glaring at me.

"SO I'll just go home now right?" I asked.

"No, your coming back to ny apartment. After all now that you know who I am and what I do you have two choices. Join the Vastala family, or Die." I said candidly. I looked at him for a moment before heading back into the building. "You have 20 minutes. You know where I live." I called before dissapearing back into the building. Once inside I looked around to make sure I was alone before letting out a breathy sigh.

My gold eyes glew in the dark the pupil narrowing into catlike slits before expanding. I cracked my knuckles aware of the claws that had formed. I took a moment breathing deeply as I allowed my self to calm. The claws receeded and I smiled slightly before continuing through the dark poorly lit corridor. The Vastala family weren't just a normal mob. The Vastala were a pack. A pack of werewolves.

I stood in that alley for a while. I thought about running, but that would only serve to compound my problems. After all once I was on the run I would always be on the run, and who knew when I would be caught. I had not choice but maybe then it wouldn't be so bad as that. Maybe she would just let me be so long as I kept her secret.

I made my way up to her place and knocked on her door softly. She yanked the door open and yanked me inside the apartment. Her gaze on me was serious and deadly, I knew if I said one thing wrong I was dead.

"I uh, I dont want to die. So what do you want form me?" I asked.

"I told you I didn't want anything. Welcome to the Vestala family by the way." I responded. My apartment was dark constantly. All the furniture was old and Victorian styled. I walked around a bit motioning for him to sit somewhere and dissapeared into the kitchen. I returned a moment later with a dagger. The handle was ornately made silver and designed like a wolf. I sat in the chair opposite him and looked at him for a moment.

He wasn't exactly all I has though of for a new were but he would do. I wondered for a moment if he would even make it past the transformation point. I sighed and crossed my legs eyeing him stoicly. "There are something's that you must know about the Vestala family. Once I tell you there is no going back." I remarked quietly. I balenced the dagger deftly on the tip of my finger. "if you have anything to say I would speak now." I said. I paused quietly waiting for him to speak.

The darkness of her place surprised me. All her furniture was old and probably worth incredible amounts of money. I watched her twirl the wolf shaped dagger in her hands, and suddenly I had a feeling she was about to hurt me really badly.

She offered me a last chance to speak up. I shivered and shook my head. "I'm going to get hurt no matter what I say. Is there anything good that will happen to me should I join you?" I asked, wondering if maybe death would be worth more than becoming a criminal.

"Well that all depends on what you consider good." I responded with a light chuckle. I stood the chuckle transforming to a growl in my throat. I held him by the wrist turning his hand so his palm faced me. With a quick slash I split the skin of his palm and repeated the same treatment on my own. The I clasped his bloody hand with mine our blood mingling. I snarled slightly as I let go stepping back. I wiped the blood of my palm with a rag and kept my palm out facing him.

As he watched the wound closed not leaving as much as a scar. I smiled cleaning the blood off of his hand where his wound had also healed. "I know you must be wondering so allow me to explain. The Vestala family is not a mob, we're a pack. A pack of werewolves to be exact. I am the alpha wolf and you, you are the newest member. Well that is if you live through the transformation. Which should be beggining...now." I said with a smile as I stepped back allowing him room to transform.

I cried out in anger as she cut my palm. "Hey what the fuck?" I cried. I watched in horror as she cut her own palm and pressed her bleeding wound against mine. I winced as it felt my my arm was on fire, like she was pouring liquid fire into my arm. I hissed and fought to pull my arm back, but she held me down.

"Let me go. What are you doing to me?" I demanded.

She suddenly let me go and my arm flew back. I watched the wound on my palm slowly close right before my eyes and I turned my attention up to her as she explained that her mob was actually a pack of werewolves.

"Newest member?" I asked.

Then I felt it. Like a truck hitting me at full speed, it felt like my chest collapsed on to of my lungs. I couldn't breath, my vision became blurry. In my panic I fell off the chair and scrambled around the floor in an effort to try to find some sort of relief but my body was on fire.

I screamed, my scream becoming a roar as my entire flesh felt like it was melting off my body.

I giggled slightly my eyes dancing wildly. Taking in the possibility that in his new form he might try to attack I transformed as well. A low snarl escaped my throat as pale white fur began to sprout and cover my body. I fell to all fours my hands and feet becoming furred and clawed paws and my legs taking on wolf form. As my tail sprouted and my ears I howled. My face lengthened forming a muzzle and my teeth becoming sharp fangs. The fur spread covering my entire form as I went full wolf. I sat on the ground gold eyes impassive and waited.

I couldn't handle the pain anymore. Fromt he corner of my eye I saw the girl become a wolf. MY pain became mixed with fear and I against tried to scramble away. I couldn't get any footing though, then I realized that my hands were now paws! I roared again and my body exploded in a shower of blood and flesh.

Suddenly the pain was gone and I was standing on all fours. I realized in shock and hoor that I was now a wolf, just like the one that the girl had become. My fur was a solid black though, and as I stood there I could smell her.

Her scent hit me, like a wave of dominance and female juices. I shivered and felt my cock lengthen and harden. I lowered my head to her because it seemed liek the right thing to do. My sexual desire for her was uncontrolable in my wolf form now though, all my lust for her that I had was showing itself clearly now that I was a wolf.

I couldn't believe I was actually a fucking werewolf!

Well you are a fucking werewolf. I said mentally. I paced over to him and gently bit down on his nose. It was the sigh of dominance in wolf culture. I sat down my head resting on my paws. A small smile curled on my muzzle and I made a small barking laugh. Did I forget to mention that weres can read each others thoughts.

I leapt back when she spoke to my mind. I ignored her bite on my nose completely and cried out through my mind Holy shit!

I looked at her as she laid there, I forced myself to pace. I wanted to become human again and I wanted to take her to bed and make her scream. I may be a new werewolf but I wouldn't be a little bitch because of that.

I suppose you know how badly I want you then? I asked.

That I knew with out reading your mind. Anyway put your frickin tail down it's a sign of hostility. Do you want to start a fight? And if you want to change back... I said as my fur rippled and receeded as I returned to my human form. "Just focus."

I laughed and stood brushing myself off. The only sign of my recent change was a streak of white in my otherwise dark hair. I petted him gently on the head and moved to sit crosslegged on the couch. "If you wanna change back just focus on your human form and you'll change. It's the same as turning at will." I said with a slight shrug.

I tried to drop my tail but as she patted my head my tail only wagged. It was like I was her freaking pet. I groaned inwardly and tried to focus on my human self. I pictured myself from the mirror this morning, before all this crazy bullshit started. Before I even knew that werewolves were real or that my beautiful neighbor was some ruthless pack leader.

I just thought of myself and slowly I felt myself agian. I blinked and I was human, able to stand on my own two feet and stretch out.

I turned toward her as she watched me, sitting seductively on her couch with her legs crossed as if she was teasing my penis.

"What now?" I asked. "I am sorry for wanting to fuck you by the way, I can't help but think that way when I'm around someone as incredibly beautiful as you." Man I was laying it out thick wasn't I? Didn't warewolves pick their mates by their scent. She would know right away if she wanted to do anything except kill me by the way I smelt.

Then again if she wanted me dead she could have killed me hours ago. So maybe she did like me.

im back lol. cant believe how behind on reponses I am

"How sweet." she said with a sarcastic smile. For a newbie he seemed to be taking the transgormation in stride. It was obvious though that he was still largely ignorant of wolf customs. But he would learn in time. I tucked my hair behindbmy ears and sat in a chair casually tossing my knife in the air.

"So what is it you do exactly?" I asked, catching the blade between my finger. Despit having lived inthe same building with him for who knows how long I realized that I knew absolutely nothing about him. Leaning back I studied him absently. He was pretty cute, in fact some might say he verged on being hot. His earlier slip up in releasing his aroused scent still lingered in the aor. Visuons of rolling with him in my bed, naked, and him penetrating me flickered through my mind and I shook my head. Now wasnt the time for such thoughts.