DARK ; vampire!au

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First day.

Training was short, simple. Nothing I can't do. It's a simple job. When he needs something, I'm there to help .. a vampire. No, I'm not over it yet. We may have spent a month together but I still know nothing about him. I've been watching him ever since the day I tried to escape.

There's nothing I can pin against him. Because he seems so normal. Either he knows I'm watching him or he has nothing to hide. I'll never know the truth. I'm sure as hell not admitting that I've been stalking him. I'll wait for him to say something first.

I can't get him out of my head and it's driving me crazy.

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"Fuck .." I whispered to myself.

I'm losing focus again, that's not good. I'm not scared, I'm not scared.

You're not scared, Angel. You're not.

You're not fucking scared!

Sometimes, I hate the voice in my head. But it's the only voice I hear when I need to talk about something. The only person I can talk to .. is myself. I know it's sad. It is. But it keeps me sane, through everything.

"You look pretty."

A feminine voice throws the moment into a never ending abyss, revealing the large mirror in front of me. I've been standing here for longer than I thought.

My eyes drift to settle on the woman. We make eye contact through the mirror. Who knows how many times I've come into this public restroom today. It seems so often.

"Thank you."

How could someone like her call me pretty? She's stunning, red hair and all. There's endless freckles that run across her face and slide down the perfect slope of her nose. The freckles allow her to appear innocent, just a woman in the women's restroom.

"I can tell you needed that."

She pumps soap in the palm of her hand and I watch as all the little bubbles foam on her skin.

"I did, I really did."

I pushed my long brown hair behind my shoulders and straightened my back, channeling some sort of strength that I know is there.

And I smiled at my reflection. It's been decades since I even thought for a second that I am somewhat flattering. The woman with the adorable freckles did help me, a lot. Even if it's only for a couple minutes.

"Th-"

Before I could thank her for the second time, I watched as she stepped out from the restroom, every strand of her crimson red hair gracefully dancing behind her.

I'll see her again.

She's always in Jeon's office.

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"How many copies?"

"Exactly 43."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

I grab the paper Jeon hands over to me and leave his office. Just as I opened the door to exit, a woman with long red hair stands in the doorway. Why am I not surprised?

"Hey, you." She says, reaching up to the buttons of her shirt.

"Hey." I held the door open for her, gifting her a nonchalant smile.

My eyes dropped to wear her hands were placed, only for a moment. The first and second buttons were already undone. I swallowed the urge to shut the door in her face, softly shutting it once she was inside.

Don't look-

And I did, peaking through the small window on the door. She already made it to his desk, placing her hands on the wood and leaning forward. Why am I watching? I don't care.

I don't care.

Proceeding with my original mission, I quickly left the office door. Forget about it, just forget everything. It's none of my business. I got shit to do.

Please be gone when I get back.

And thank God she was. I was able to deliver the stack of freshly printed papers with no problem. I can't help but notice that Jeon's mood changed while I was away. He looks annoyed.

I almost laughed at that.