He Killed My Mother ➳ L.S

2. Bad Boy

"Louis, take this plate to table number four!" Orders the cook.

I pass to action rapidly. I hold the plate, and take it to the indicated table. Two young ladies, both with blond hair are sitting there. They thank me with a small smile, and I leave them, without forgetting to shoot them a "Enjoy your meal".

It's been a couple years now since that drama, and since my mother isn't here anymore. I now,  am twenty-one years old, still alone in this shitty city. What I lived was horrible for me, I grew up without my mother while I only had five years old.. That drama traumatized me; there isn't a night where I don't wake up because of this same nightmare: The body of my mum without a soul, in the middle of the living room, the red eyes of the hideous vampire that stare at me, then he jumps on me, trying to kill me too.

I wanted to find that vampire and kill him, but unfortunately, I can't; I am only a human, without any supernatural power, and I don't even know him. From now on, I won't hesitate to look at all these vampires with disgust and hatred. I hate them all!

I went to see many therapists, but they weren't able to help me. All of them said that I was sick, that I didn't have to be this sad for loosing my mother. Can you actually believe this? I find it really shameful, so I stopped, and I managed to get through this on my own. So I live like this.

I tried to become a good man for my mother, I studied, but it didn't work out. I'm a waiter in this little bar, at night time, and sometimes during the day. The amount of money that I get is small, but I'm still doing quite well. I know that my mother is proud of me, wherever she is now, I managed to take a good control over my life; for a person who's broken from the inside. My life is shit, truth be told, quite annoying, but I just have to endure it.

I'm currently at work, and we have a lot of customers. I'm exhausted, but it's just the usual, at this bar "Lights."

I'm surrounded by vampires here, and I hate it. True, humans are present, but these fucking monsters are too. They drink fake blood. Some of them observe humans, obviously to find a prey who'd provide dinner, or just have sex. I grimace at the thought. Horrible, and the worst is that humans actually let it happen, enjoy it. They're pathetic.

I keep serving the clients without forgetting to throw glares at the vampires that watch me. I know that I could get attacked, but I don't give a shit. They are exactly the same as the one who murdered my mum. They don't deserve any sign of softness from me.

The only thing that I like in this job, is that at this bar, a lot hold conversations with one another, it's full of life, and I like it. It's a change for me, since at home, it's dead silent.

While everyone's talking, laughing, or just yelling for no reason; the silence is set when the big red door is opened. A big vampire gets in. I know him, everyone knows him. It's the strongest of all the vampires in this city, in the earth.. okay, maybe not. He sometimes comes to the bar, but I don't know what for. Nobody dares to approach him, except to flirt. Lick his feet, I would say.
This man has long, curly hair, a handsome face and intense green orbs. But he's still a monster. He may be the boss of these vampires, but not mine.

"Good afternoon," His hoarse, yet charming voice said.

It's intriguing. Everyone salutes him politely, while I just turn around, and walk toward the cook.

"Is there more commands, Daniel?" I ask.

"I can't give them to you now. 'need to wait for his permission." Daniel answers, and nods his head towards the vampire that just got in the bar.

I sigh. He submitted to him too. What a coward.

"I don't care. Give me the plate." I snarl.

"You'll get killed!" He whisper-yells.

"Right," I chuckle slightly, "Come on, give it to me."

"I care about you, Louis." Daniel says, softly.

"That's really sweet. But it's not by serving clients that I'll die, so give it to me!"

"No," He replies, firmly.

"Daniel.."

"They're not hungry now, I think.."

"What the hell?" I can't believe him.

"Is there a problem?"

Daniel jumps slightly at the sudden voice of 'the vampire'. I stay still, and bite my lip, I never spoke to him, neither did he. It's gonna be the first time that we'd talk.

I end up turning around, facing him. He's in front of us, a calm expression on his features.

"Excuse me, this area is reserved to the employees. Clients are not supposed to be here." I warn him, with a serious voice.

I'm playing my man here, I must admit that this vampire is quiet freaking me out though. But I'll never bring myself down for him, nor the other vampires.

"I have the right to go where ever I want, Louis." He says.

I frown my eyebrows at what he said. Okay, he know my name? Wait, he actually knows everyone in this town.

"It's not because you're--" I say, but I'm suddenly cut off by Daniel.

"Shut up!" Yells Daniel.

"Thank you, Daniel." He watches my colleague, and clenches his jaw, "Manners Louis. Thank your friend for saving you from making a mistake here." He says, sternly.

His eyes stare at me, and I notice a dark shade clouding in his eyes. Anger issues much?

I shiver lightly, and clear my throat, then turn toward Daniel, "There's no problem." I admit.

"I prefer it like this," The demon smirks, "You can serve the clients now." He finishes.

He thinks he's our boss, stupid vampire.

So Daniel gives me the plate with the table number after the authorization given by the vampire, and I get out of the kitchen without giving two shits about the monster that's beside me.

But suddenly, the tray that I was holding fell to ground, with all its continents; I saw them, the red eyes. Right in the front, not many steps away from me stands a vampire with red eyes, talking with a woman. Red eyes scare me since the incident. I hate meeting them. They became my phobia, I guess I'm not a part of Team Spider-Phobia.

"And besides being a bad boy, he's a bad waiter," I hear him growl behind me.

I don't even have the strength to answer him. I'm frozen to my spot, and my eyes can't leave the red ones in front of me. I can never keep my peace in these kind of situations. I don't see them often, since I practically never walk in the streets; I only see them at work, and usually, when it happens, I hide in the kitchen to calm down. Except that now, I can't. I just literally spilled the tray and the dish.

"Keep eating everyone. Everything's fine, I can go monitor another side." His voice filled with authority.

The vampire passes by me, and then stops when he sees me. Tetanized, he gets closer to me without me noticing, and suddenly, he slaps me. With so much force that I almost fell. I groan, "Mum.." Closing my eyes for a second.

"Mum? You still crying in your mummy's arms?" He snarls.

Enough. I glare at the curly haired man for a moment, my eyes so dark from anger, that I think that if I ever was a vampire, their color would have turned black right now. I could feel tears bluid up in my eyes, but I blink them away. How dare he say shit about my mother?
I don't wanna stay here anymore; I avert my gaze away from him, and storm out of the bar, sprinting towards my car to escape all this bullshit.

I don't wanna meet any red eyes anymore. Those that I see in my nightmares are way enough.

But unfortunately, life never smiled for me, so of course I'd see them again.