Monster girls in the modern world

The vampire *one shot* part 1

A shiver runs up my spine again. The feeling of someone watching me watching my every move unnerve me. I look around trying to spot the creepy stalker but I can't quite pinpoint the source. I ignored the uncomfortable feeling of a pair of eyes watching me, chalk it up to stress and my overactive imagination and continued on working.

The feeling never went away though even as I wipe the tables clean making sure they were ready for the next customer. I collected the empty cups and brought it behind the counter to wash them. I breathe a sigh of relief as the feeling of being watched gradually faded.

The sudden influx of customer did not surprise me as it was in the middle of the afternoon and the coffee shop I worked at would get flooded with people at their lunch break. I was glad of them though as it allowed me to forget that awful feeling of being watched.

I look up at the clock hanging on the wall and notice that it was 10 o'clock at night and my shift for the day was finish. I smiled at that prospect and slowly took off the apron and carried it in my arms as I told my colleagues that my shift has ended.

I headed towards the changing room and took my thick winter coat off the hanging rack and walked out of the coffee shop taking a deep breath and smiled in relief that the long shift was finally over. The cold air surrounded me causing me to shiver. I hug the coat tight around me seeking to retain heat as much as possible.

I put my earphones in and started to listen to some music as I started to head home. After walking for about ten minutes, I felt it again. The feeling of being watched, of being observed at. It's sickening and I'm so very much sick of it. This has been happening for more than two weeks now and I've been so paranoid lately that I even called the police at one point.

They must have thought me crazy as they rolled up to my house and taken my statement. Their unbelieving eyes made me feel even worse and made me feel like I was going crazy, but I wasn't because one morning as I was brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror I noticed a distinct mark on the side of my neck. They looked like two tiny teeth mark but unfortunately, they slowly faded and by the time I got to work they pretty much healed. The evidence of them being there vanished completely like it was all in my head.

If it only happened once I would have chalked it up to still being half asleep but it started reoccurring daily after the first one appeared. I shivered as I stood in front of the door to my house.

The house that use to make me feel so safe before now so badly terrifies me for I know that as I sleep a monster visits me. I know for sure it isn't human for I made sure that everything was secure and locked before I've gone to bed. Every morning I check for signs of disturbance or a break-in but there is no sign of any break in not even anything amiss in my one-bedroom house.

I unlock the front door and went in the dark stillness of the house and it grips my heart with fear but I steeled my resolved telling myself that if it meant me harm I would be dead already. I turn the lights on keeping myself as calm as possible. I barely had any food during my shift as I had no appetite and it was still the same now.

To be honest I just wanted to go to bed and forget about all this. As long as it isn't a danger to my life maybe it was fine to ignore it. I opened the lights to my room and I jumped up in surprise as I could see someone sitting on top of my bed. I stared at her in shock rubbing my eyes to make sure I wasn't just imagining things but there she was calmly staring at me.

I stood there frozen my mind struggled to decide on what to do next. Her red eyes still staring at me with wrapped attention and in those few seconds, I could feel my mind screaming in terror for I knew she was the predator and I was the prey.

Adrenaline pumped through my body as I reached for the door attempting to open it and escape but before I could even touch the handle, I felt the movement in the air as a hand slammed on the door keeping it shut.