Love Bites

Well shit...

My small footsteps echo into the night as I stroll down the pavement of the sidewalk, the sun had set about an hour ago and it seemed to grow darker by the minute, the only given light source was the moon, eerily lighting the streets in front of me. God I wish there were streetlights in this street.

My Work isn't that far from my house but it feels like I've been walking for ages! It's currently 9:15pm curfew is in fifteen minutes; yeah we have a curfew...Things get freaky after dusk.

It's been three years since vampires have taken over the dark, they made themselves known a while ago but have only just come to an agreement with us humans. The agreement basically ensues that the vampires  are not allowed to drink from us if we do not consent to it.
There are  bars spread vastly all over my town many full of bloodsluts just begging for a vampire to give them a taste. Sure, some do it for the money though others truly crave the bite; it's disgusting. How could someone want to be a personal blood bank! Do people have no pride? Obviously not.

What really shits me about all this is the simple fact that if you're not inside by curfew you have to obey the vampires rules, they're allowed to take any human that is outside after 9:30, no one knows what they do to you if you're caught; but you certainly won't return.

I pull my keys out of my pocket, fumbling with them until I find the right key. I unlock the front door to my house. I let a sigh out and drop my bag next to the door.

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I flick through the channels on the TV, seeing nothing that appeals to my liking, searching through the same channels in hopes to find something new. Settling for ink masters, I place the remote on the coffee table in front of me.
Sliding from my place on the couch, I lazily get up and go to the kitchen. I open the fridge and sigh, closing it to then open the freezer. "Nope" I sigh once again, this one holding a tinge of frustration in it. Closing it I walk to the cupboard, pulling the door open in annoyance I groan once I find there to be no food in there either.
Pulling freezer door back open I pull out a box of frozen hot pockets. "Guess these will have to do." I place three on a plate and put it them in the microwave. I huff impatiently as I wait for them to cook.

A loud beeping noise floods obnoxiously through my ears, I open the microwave and reach for the plate of food. I hiss and pull my hand away, "Ah! Fuck, that's hot!"

After eating my now cooled down hot pockets I grab the TV remote from the small table, flicking through the channels once again. Stopping at the Ren and Stimpy show smiling happily like a small child. This show was my child hood. And the rest of my life... I just really like this show.
After many episodes of the inappropriate kids cartoon, I start to feel sleepy. Lugging myself off to bed I start to think, I wonder what happens to the people that get captured. Do they get eaten?
I snuggle up in my bed and start to drift to sleep, before I was able to my phone starts ringing. Cursing quietly to myself, I pick it up and answer.
"Hello?"
"Abigail! You were supposed to call me when you got home from work! I was sitting here worrying for the last two hours!"
"I'm sorry mum! I forgot"
"Just like always! You shouldn't forget, you know how much I worry about you." Ha, evil bitch has never cared about me. She was probably sitting there planning a party for my capturing, then remembered how forgetful I am and decided to call me.

"Abigail, please try to remember to call me."
"Yep, sorry, Ma. I'll remember next time." And with that I hung up. I put the phone back on the bedside table and snuggle back into my blankets. I have work again tomorrow, so I should go to sleep.

My eyes flutter open and I let out an exasperated sigh. I rub the sleep from my eyes whilst padding to the bathroom. I strip from my polka dotted pyjamas and turn on the taps to the shower on. I placed my hand under the spray, waiting for it to heat before stepping in. The water ran down my body like a waterfall, relieving the stiff feeling that had taken over my body as I slept.

After showering I get dressed into my work uniform, I'm a waitress at a small bar called 'Nightingale' even though it is a small bar we still get quite a few customers. I tie my long, wavy hazel hair into a messy bun and sigh.
This is going to be a long ass day.