Having a Vampire as Your Soulmate

1:The Mysterious Three

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"Your order, sir," I said in a monotone. "Mozzarella sticks, Shrimp Sauté and Greek Salad. Is there anything else I can help with?"

"Thank you, that is all for now, miss..." He read her name tag. "Miss Carol."

"Actually it's Carolynn", I said with the same monotone, but with a hint of annoyance. I was balancing from one foot to another. Some of these customers were so annoying and don't they know how to read? It's polite to say the whole name that's written.

"So, sorry miss Carolynn", the man's voice was apologetic. His green eyes pleading. He looked agitated and was fidgeting with the collar on his plaid jacket.

He seemed like he was in his early thirties and was not too bad looking with his shaggy brown hair. "Not my type though", I thought.

I nodded without saying a word and gave him a small fake smile. I grabbed the tray and walked towards the doors that led back to the kitchen. I threw it on the other pile of trays, gave a loud angry sigh, rubbing my tired eyes, trying not to smudge my makeup.

"What's gotten into you? You don't look so well," Mira, a friend of mine who works with me, asked with concern. She walked up to me and wiped her hands on her apron from the flour she was working with. She slung her arm around my shoulders and led me to the nearest storage room. She looked around so no one sees and closed the door. She stepped away and stood in front of me with arms crossed. I leaned against some boxes of food, waiting for her to speak. We made eye contact and I saw she was raising her eyebrows and encouraging for me to start talking.

I sighed and looked away like I was reading labels, only to be away from her eyes. I hated talking about my worries and problems.

"Okay, spill the beans", she said. "What's with the sourness today?"

I finally began in a forced manner. "I'm feeling like I haven't slept in days. I'm feeling bothered, annoyed and touchy about almost every single thing."

"You're not on your...?" Mira raised an eyebrow.

I knew what she meant. I shifted. "No no, that finished almost a week ago. That's definitely not it."

"Well, are you thinking a lot about something in particular or should I say SOMEONE in particular?" Mira questioned.

I finally looked at her, not knowing what to say. "Might be because I miss ... them ...I still think about them ... A lot. They were all I had, but you know, I'm not even sure what is happening to me." I felt tears start to arise and my heart filled with pain. I lowered my head and tried to blink away those tears that were threatening to spill.

Mira walked up to me, pulled me in her arms and stroking my head. "Darling, I'm so sorry it happened to you. I can only picture how you feel. You need to pull yourself together though, life is cruel to us sometimes. I promise you things will get better." I sniffed.

My parents had died in a cruel plane crash, when they were coming from a business trip from England. It happened only 4 months ago. All my wounds are still open and would not heal at all. I cried so much at their funeral. I was still nineteen at the time. I was in college studying what I loved the most: writing. After they died, I got left alone, no other family, no money. There was not enough money left for me to finish and pay for college.

I got a job as quick as possible that Mira helped me with: a waitress. Even if I sold the house, I wouldn't have had enough to finish college if I bought an apartment or rented. I stayed in the house and with this job tried to pay for the bills. The little pay I get wasn't enough. My friends moved in with me though and we paid for the bills together, which has definitely helped me. We still live together and their presence helps me cope with my loneliness and with the crazy bills. I started thinking of our fun nights we shared watching movies together. We spent them laughing, crying, and hanging out an amazing time just us girls. There was four of us. Sarah, Sophie, and Gwen. Mira lived in her own apartment not that far away from our house. She would come over and we would all make delicious treats or eat tons of ice cream. That was to help me feel better. I appreciated how caring they all were.