Love Bites

Bad luck

A/n:

Hey guys, I hope you enjoy the second chapter of Love Bites, I know its starting off a Little slowly but I promise it's going to get goooood!

By the way, the picture above is of Abigail's work uniform! :)
Reviews are greatly appreciated, feel free to let me know how I can improve upon my writing skills and what you'd like to see within this story.
Cheers, my dudes!

"Hi! What can I get you?"
I nod at their requests, more to myself than to the customers as I scribble down their order on my note pad and walk back to the bar to get their drinks.
As I walk back with the four pints of beer that they'd ordered I trip on the leg of a chair, the sound of smashing glasses echoing through the now eerily quiet bar, the liquor spilling absolutely everywhere.

All eyes were on me, the room filling back up with the chattering of it's dear customers, though most people were struggling to hold back their laughter. It's not as though  I had expected anything more from these people. They're all fucking savages.

I stand up and walk through the bar and into the kitchen, grabbing a mop and bucket with a sigh, annoyed at myself for being such a clumsy motherfucker. I headed back quickly, rushing to redeem myself in front of my colleagues , I just knew they'd be watching, they were always was looking for an excuse to tell our employer... didn't phase me too much though, I hated them all with a fiery passion anyway.

After cleaning up the mess I'd made, I went back to taking orders.
The rest of my shift was rather fast paced and finally, after a long ass day of rushing around  the bar and ignoring snide remarks from Tahlia (the wretched old hag who should have been swallowed like 90 years ago, how the fuck are you still alive!!??)
the end of my shift arrived and I was left to lock up, tidy and place everything away in their respective places.
My shift ends at 8:30 giving me just enough time to be home by 9:30.
Perfect.

I lock the front entrance, wipe down the bar and soon after I put all the clean glasses away, closing up the glass display cabinet and then head off to stack the chairs in a pile against the wall.
At last It is  time for me to leave.

I walk through the kitchen to go to the back door, Stopping in my tracks as I spot a bag of flour on the floor. "What the fuck are you doing on the floor, buddy?" I say to the bag of flour, It definitely shouldn't be on the floor so I walk over and pick it up. As I make my way to the storage room I trip causing the white power to explode all over the floor and myself. "Are you fucking kidding me!? Again!!" I groan, looking up the the roof in dismay. "Fuck you too, God, fuck you." I spit.

I stand up, grumble at the mess and get the broom as quick as sticks, rushing to begin sweeping up all the mess I made.

I finally finish cleaning the flour from the floor and  after walking out the back door and locking up, I suddenly realise that it's probably past curfew. Pulling out my phone I check the time,
9:34pm.
It'll be fine.
I'll be home soon.

As I walk down the dark moon lit street I feel my hands start to shake, my heart starts beating faster. Did I just hear something? I'm probably just over reacting, there's lots of stray cats around here.
I try to calm my self but to no avail.

Should I go back to the bar and stay there the night?
I turn on my heel and start heading back for the bar, The echo of my footsteps flutters through the dark, but something seems off, the echo is slightly out of time. Is that the echo of my steps?
It slowly gets more out of time and as I turn the corner to the street that nightingale is on, it is clear that there are two sets of foot steps. I think I'm being followed.

I start running towards my work, but I get knocked onto my ass by something solid, I look up too see a pair of red eyes shinning through the dark.
Oh fuck, it's a vampire. I hear footsteps creep up behind me, I stagger too my feet and try too run; A major fault on my part. One of the two men.. ( or should I say parasites?) grab my wrist and jerk me back onto the sidewalk.

"You think you can run away from us?" He seethes at me.
I am paralysed with pure fear and I struggle to form words.
The vampire that I ran into snickers and his tall, lanky figure moves closer to me.
"What're you doing out here, kid? You're ours now," He grabs my face, squeezing my cheeks lightly, "not that I'm complaining about that.. pretty ain't you?" He smirks and I try to pull away but his grip tightens, forcing me to whimper at the sudden pain.
He let's go of my face and looks over to the vampire behind me before A rag is placed over the bottom half of my face.
Chloroform?
I start to feel dizzy and I try to hold my breath. I fail and everything soon goes black.