"We are sorry to inform you of this Miss Anastasia, but you arent what we are looking for. You lack the energy."The beautiful female director informs in a very fake sad voice.

Anastasia out of rage slams her portfolio to the floor and glares at her perfectly painted red lips. "I cant have the energy. Afterall unlike you I arent a demon that steals energies. Now.."she fists her hands by her side and slowly leans down to pick the portfolio. "Tell me where you got that lipstick from? It is on point."She asks in cheerful voice that made the female director and other directors surprised by her sudden change of character.

In short words, Anatasia was then out of the hall without even being told the name of the lip stick.

"At least tell me the name of the lipstick. Please." She cries faking agony. Never had she seen something that red and suave. Perhaps it was a special demon collection.

A tall female demon in Caribbean dress flows past her and when she says flows she really means flows. The way she carried herself was as if her feet wasnt touching the ground. With her huge shades and her Manager who obviously is human, running behind her trying to catch up to her long legs parading into the hall. No doubt that is the model demon that will be getting the job. And probably some other girl whose father or mother has a strong background. They always knew who they wanted to pick but they still bother low, powerless humans like them.

Why?

So they can make it seem like they are upholding the truce of equality which they made. What hypocrisy!

"No one told me we needed strong background to get in."She starts speaking to herself in a loud voice as always and the other girls who were told to leave in shame like her started staring at her weridly. "If they had, I would have requested the mental hospital to release my mother for a while. You all need to see how strong she is. Afterall your very nice invasion of our world has made her that strong."She spits on the floor and then walks away with her head high.

The guards who were obviously human turned demon, bares their sharp teeth at her even after she turned her back. If it weren't for the true of equality, she had a feeling they would have shared her as a meat amongst themselves. It was still surprising to her how she ran her mouth everywhere. Especially at places she shouldn't and still stayed alive. She might have been assaulted. Occasionally. But at least she wasnt killed.

Should she thank the demon and human that made the truce? For their kindness has made them able to live in a society with these kind of strong predators?

Or should she curse him for not just taking the demons back to where they belonged?

Either way, Ana knew it could not bring back the lives they had lost and the tears she had shed. The things she had past through, no amount of demon blood being slayed would return things back to the way they were. They must have thought they were doing humans a favor by making the truce but what they didnt know was that it made them more miserable. And sincerely, she most times wished she could have just died in that war back then than live this kind of life.

She couldnt get a job and how she lived was probably by luck.

The luck she just ran out of today becaus she had no more interviews to attend. Perhaps she should take up the work of an assistant.

Staring at the sky that already looked cloudy at 2 in the afternoon she shook the evil thought off her head. She knew just what she went through when she attempted it. Those demons were demons.

Shit! She meant they were pure evil.

BoHo, where she lived was not far away from here. Just a street away and she was home. Home to her cramped up apartment in the building that looked like it could fall off anytime. But she was grateful for it because it gave her a roof. Yes a leaking roof with damned mice running around. She felt guilty for the mouse she killed two nights ago. Was it not just trying to survive like her?

"Evil you Ana. You are worse than the demons. But the mouse should find its survival elsewhere and not in my place." She pulled her leather jacket closer to herself, trying to find warmth in her frozen soul. Her plaid mini skirt sweeping left and right as she walked and her boots, worn out as she had been wearing them for more than two years now, threatened to fall off her thighs. "but you wont. Ahaha..." she laughed. She had tied the hidden thing with shoelaces before rolling it.

Poverty makes you wise she guess. She just passed in front of the huge mansion that stood erect and fearless like a dragon on the arrest of BoHo. Stopping in front of the second small black gate she shakes her head. What a world she lived in. This mansion was probably the only properly standing house here in BoHo. She had watched it get built in less than a year. And yes, humans worked their butt off. Including her. Of course she worked there. Being a broke young lady four years ago she had gone there to carry cement and gravel and was paid well for it. This house was what earned her her rent for two years and she was glad for it. She just needed to maneuvere the corner and cross the street, then she was home to her homeless apartment. And it was more hilarious because from her apartments window, one could clearly see the mansion. Why?