𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 | 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀

(𝘺/𝘯)'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦

i was dancing barefoot in the open field, savoring the feeling of the earth below me. i donned a white dress made out of a light fabric with black flowers embroidered into it. i freshly made daisy flower crown was placed on top of my (h/c) hair.
alongside me was a beautiful brunette german maiden, also fitted in a flowing dress similar to mine.
she spoke to me with the language of her native tongue, but every word she emitted had sounded like poetic english to me. her name was like marigold petals on the tip of my tongue. we danced and laughed in the field, a sensory overload of euphoria consuming us both.
but as i cupped looked into her eyes, i realized she didn't have any. i states in confusion at the black holes dripping a onyx colored liquid that streamed down her pale face.
"you forgot what i look like?" she screamed as the ground swallowed us whole, and we were both falling in a bottomless pit. i reached for her hand, but she had already began to decay, as her body aged so quickly before my eyes. her flesh had been consumed by the maggots and worms that swarmed though her meat. i looked down at my hands, and my skin had turned bright red.
horns pierced my head as they began growing through my skull. i heard the familiar voice of persephone calling out to me in guilty ivory colored nostalgia.
"you said i was your everything. was that a lie too?"

i shot up, breathing heavily. still panting, i ripped off my bed covers and looked in the mirror: another myth about the bloodsucking undead. my (h/c) hair was a crazed mess and my (e/c) eyes appeared bloodshot. i had to go to work in 15 minutes. i threw on my uniform that i picked up an hour before my nap, that consisted of a long sleeved purple top, a black tie, long black pants, and a purple hat.

i picked up my phone opened my window. the town below me looked so calm and quiet.

i needed to feed on someone though. i didn't have any more crimson bottled mixtures of wine and blood to use left, so either i had to go make some more, or just benefit 5-10 people and only find one person. i chose the latter.

i shifted into the form of a bat and flew out into the city to find a victim. i eventually spotted a homeless man sleeping. i suppose it didn't matter if i were a few minutes late. michael doesn't even like me that much, so i bet he wouldn't mind. i changed back into my previous form and slowly and silently positioned myself around the man and quickly snapped his neck so he wouldn't feel pain.

then i drained him of his blood and transferred it to a bottle. i left the body in a dumpster and realized i had gotten some blood on my uniform. fuck. it'll probably be fine.

i shifted back into a bat and flew outside the restaurant. then i changed back into my casual form and opened the door, walking into the pizzeria. i took the elevator underground and crawled through the vents. i found a pissed michael staring down at me as i pulled myself out of the vent.

"what the fuck (y/n)? you're late." he exhaled.
"i was busy," i reasoned, dusting myself off as he saw the merlot red stains on my shirt. "what the hell is that? blood?" he asked as he pointed to my shirt.
"relax mike. it's just wine." i laughed, pointing to the bottle in my hand.
"you brought alcohol to work?" he yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
"uhh, yeah?" i laughed awkwardly.
we stood in silence for a moment until he mumbled, "can i have some?"

"i don't think you would like it. it's imported from this part of france that uses grapes that undergo some sort of weird process, which gives it a sketchy metallic flavor. do you still want it?" i lied. if mike really wanted it, i'd probably give it to him. it's kinda funny though.