Modern Monsters

Creighton the Vampire

Female Reader x Male Monster

Working nights isn't all the bad. You only really have to deal with your coworkers, and even your boss is over an intercom. Sure, heavy lifting isn't everyone's cup of tea, but for you, this couldn't be better. You'd much rather be dealing with heavy cargo than the cumbersome burden of customers. Working freight has been a blessing in disguise.

Your boss, or at least the overseer for everything, usually keeps to himself. He stays back in the central office, keeping tabs on the trucks that are coming and going as well as checking up with everyone's progress. He's not a bad guy just kind of...weird. Ok very weird. He was extremely pale, almost looking like an opal gemstone. He had long limbs like a taffy pull had stretched him. You hadn't seen him often, but he left an impression, especially his hands. His fingers were super long, and you almost expected them to have extra joints. He's worked for the company for a long time, but whenever you or your coworkers see him his appearance doesn't match the age you expect him to be.

"I wonder what sort of skin care he does," you coworker Amber says. You're all crowded around the vending machines when he stepped out of the office. His hair is silvery and pale and falls before his eyes, nearly blending with his skin. He looks young but the way people talk he sounds like he should be in his fifties or sixties.

"He looks creepy," Amber murmurs. "Like, I wouldn't wanna meet him in the parking lot or anything."

"He seems nice," you reply as you take your snack from the vending machine.

"Oh sure, just like I'm sure Bigfoot is gentle, but I still don't wanna run across him on a hike." Amber leads you away from the vending machines to the break room. She sits with you for a while before she has to go. As she's leaving, your boss comes in.

"Good evening Mr. Creighton," you say to him.

He jumps, not having seen you in the corner of the room. He's carrying his clipboard in one hand and a basket in the other. "Oh, good evening," he sets his clipboard aside. "I just thought Amber was in here." He sets the basket on the table.

"What's this?" You turn the basket, seeing it bears the company's logo on just about everything.

"I've been here for a while so company thought they would reward me," he grunts, rolling his eyes. He sits down at the table, opening the basket.

"Well that was nice of them," you try to be chipper, but you know a goody basket isn't a real show of appreciation from a massive company. It's more like an afterthought.

He tosses things from the basket out onto the table. "I can't really eat most of this stuff," he grumbles. "You can have it."

"Oh, really?" You pick up a box of chocolate. "Thank you. Are you sure?"

He shrugs. "A raise would have been nice, but this shitty coffee mug will tide me over," he smiles at you.

"They didn't give you a raise?" You chuckle.

"I got a better parking spot in a parking lot that usually empty when I arrive. Oh, and let's not forget the new name tag which I don't have to wear." He frowns as he looks over a t-shirt that's in the basket. "Not even a gift card to the store itself in here."

You're trying not to laugh. "Ouch."

He looks at you and smiles. "You can laugh. This is pathetic." He sighs and stands up. "Leave whatever you don't want. I'm sure someone will take what's left."

"Mr. Creighton?" You ask after him before he leaves.

He turns in the doorway, his hair falling over his face again. "Yes?"