Compulsion (loosely based off of TVD series)

II.

After Nina leaves, I return to the remaining work left for me at the desk. By now, the second tour has gone out and we are an hour away from closing, but filming won't end until late into the night.

I scurry around the store, replacing holes in the shelves from where things had been purchased and I fill the shirt racks. I begin to count inventory, and check on hand. I notice that we're short 3 t-shirts. All sized medium. Damnit Amy. After the first tour, Amy and Jess switched. Jess following the group, and Amy stayed behind to watch the floor. I swear, if she payed more attention to the store than oogling over at Paul Wesley, things wouldn't go missing so frequently. This is the eighth time in two weeks that merchandise has gone missing while Amy was supposed to be watching the floor. And boy, I hope she has another job lined up for her, because my mother will not be happy. Quite frankly, I don't even think she will hire anyone new for awhile either.

Around 5:15, mom comes in from the last tour, seemingly irritated. You can practically see it radiating off of her. Probably not a good time to tell her about the stolen items, but it's really now or never.

"Mom, will you meet me in the back?" I speak up with widen eyes and a firmness to my voice. She quietly nods and follows me.

"What's up honey?" She is clearly not in the mood for anyone's bullshit. This may be rough.

"Three more shirts went missing while Amy was on the floor. All mediums. It was the shirts from the new shipment as well, the new style." I say, regretfully. The look on her face goes from mildly aggravated to absolutely livid. I don't think I've ever seen her look this angry. I don't blame her though, we've been having to pay extra for the missing products and it's honestly never been this many before. She takes a sharp inhale and steps out onto the floor to meet Amy. She begins to aggressively tap her foot against the tile flooring and glare at her. When Amy turns to meet her gaze, I could see the visible gulp. Preparing for the worst outcome. With such calmness, a stern tone, and a terrifying stare, my mom speaks. "Amy, walk out of my store right now, and DO NOT come back." Amy begins to defend herself, "but Ms. Savage-" My mom cuts her off with a single hand held up. Amy's mouth closes and she hangs her head. And with that, she makes her way out of the front door.

"Well now that she's gone, can you close up? I'm going to have some drinks with Joseph. I'll see you at your apartment for dinner?" Her entire demeanor shifted, and she bounces out of the shop. I am now left alone to count the till and lock the doors. As I'm about to exit the store, I see something fairly large pass by the doors at an incredible speed. Almost as quick as I notice it, it disappears. So I don't give it a second thought. I make my way out of the door, turn to lock it behind me, and start the trek back to my apartment. Before I leave the square, I make sure to grab a togo plate of the shrimp pasta from Mystic Grill. I know for a fact that my mom won't come for dinner at mine, once she meets up with Joseph.

Shortly after I arrive home, I plop down onto my couch and flip on Netflix. Before I even decide on a show to watch, I feel the vibration coming from my phone. I grab it, unlock it, and soon realize it's my mother telling me that she won't make it for dinner. shocker. I hastily reply with an okie dokie. What did I say? I thought ahead, and it was a smart move. I begin on my food and turn the Netflix to season four of TVD, rewatching the season.

Another interruption, neat. My phone then begins to ring.

"Hello?" I say, curious to the unknown number.

"Viv." The male voice breathes out, with a sound of relief.

"Who is this?" Unnerved by the familiarity of the way his voice said my name.

"It's me." And the call was over. I can't call back, the number wasn't visible. And I really don't know if I would want to.

I brush the strange call off of my shoulders and continue watching my show. I watch a couple more episodes and decide that I want to play League instead.

I lose track of time and I only just realize how long I've been playing. The clock reads 12:07. Shit. I hastily exit the game and close my laptop. I turn off my bedroom light and slide farther into my bed. Mentally checking through the list of things I need to have done tomorrow. And with the thought of everything, I slowly drift to sleep.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hello! I know it's a little early for an authors note, but I just wanted to write here and say that Mikayla and I are going to be working on this story really hard and we really do appreciate anything. This story idea was a very spur of the moment thing when we visited Covington. The Vampire Stalkers store, scoops and many of the other buildings we will be mentioning in this book are all real places located in Covington. We don't want this to solely be about TVD, but we liked the idea of taking real actions and incorporating them into this fiction story.

Just a disclaimer, we are both giant fans of the show, and in no way are we trying to make any of the actors seem shitty or dog on them in any way (for future reference). We just have a set direction for the story to go in, and it may contain some parts where we make the characters act like assholes. But it is solely for the sake of the story, and we do not actually feel this way.

Okay, thank you for reading this. Please comment or vote, we love you!