It was the third time this week,
That I had to stay late after work. The
work it self wasn't too bad, reading
through articals and ironing out any
kinks they might have left after the
First draft, with most of the time
wasn't a whole lot. when I went into
journalism this isn't what I had in
mind. Sitting behind a desk
editing other peoples tall tales and
adventures, while I stayed inside and
made friends with the coffee maker.
But at the moment it payed the bills
and brought me one step closer to my
dream job, as a full time journalist.
The last hour felt nearly as long as the
day it self but as I hit submit I could
finely go home. I waved to my co-
workers who shared the same dead
expression I had glued to my face.
I began my hour walk home when I
noticed a shady figure in the corner
of my eye. I didn't think much of it
the city had many strange individuals
especially this late into the night and
besides I always carried a small
switch blade in my pocket for
protection in reality it wouldn't do
much but it gave me piece of mind
for the most part. At this point I was
also too tiered to care. I limped my
way home, unlocked my many locks
And planted firmly on my tiny, cheap
bed witch in that moment felt like
Heaven, I quickly dozed off.
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RomanceA lonely office worker who's life isn't turning out the way he once dreamt takes a bazzar turn when he encounters something he once thought impossible a vampire. Does he have the willpower to resist his charm.
