Vampire World (VAMPIRE WORLD #1)

Part 10 Fireball

Chapter 9: Fireball

While changing, I should have cried over what had just happened. But I didn't. Somehow, I held my head high.

Storming out, I threw my uniform on the counter and didn’t look back. Kate came running up to me.

“Don’t let it get to you,” she said. “I saw the way Hannah was treating you. She deserved it. Anyway, there are better jobs than this out there.”

She gave me a piece of paper with directions written on it and told me that she and her friends were going to play a game called fireball. I was invited.

“Thank you,” I said.

Leaving hell behind, I very soon ran into more of the same as Rob with his fiery hair appeared from almost nowhere. What a devil!

“Look Janice,” he began, “I just want to apologize for the way I treated you last night. You’re way too precious to be spoken to like that.”

Amazingly, I maintained my composure without popping him in the face.

“I have some time off tonight,” he continued. “How about me and you hanging out again? I’ll take you to another great place to eat. Or should we go shopping?”

I saw right through the fake smile engraved on his pretty face.

“Apology accepted,” I said, coughing over my words. “But I’m going to have to say…uh….no.”

Like before, he was not satisfied.

“That’s not a good choice,” he warned. “You’re gonna be crying blood to see me. Just you wait.”

I turned away and trotted down the hall, expecting him to follow. But he didn’t. And if he had, I’d have bitten him in the balls. That was, if he had any.

For the rest of the day I sat and thought about everything that had happened to me since arriving in Vampire World, right up to me getting canned. I should have felt my worst. But no. For some reason, I was actually feeling pretty good.

Mr. FreeCut arrived home from work looking tired and reeking of blood. In a bag he carried were two hefty burgers smothered with blood. Tasty!

“After the tough time we had last night, I thought I'd splurge a little,” he said.

I ate my bloodburger and downed another cup of blood. So refreshing. So good.

“I’m sorry for stealing your car,” I admitted.

“And I’m sorry for forgetting that you're a young lady who shouldn’t be locked up inside a house all day long.”

I giggled, knowing that we were both right.

He asked me how my first day at work had been. I’d had enough of the lies.

“I got canned.”

“Oh,” he said. “Well, don’t lose any sleep over it. Many vampires think losing a job is the worst thing in the world. But sometimes it gives us freedom from a job we don’t want and opens a door to better things. Did you really want to be a blood hostess anyway?”

“Not really. I just kind of picked it so I could find work.”

“So what do you really want to do then?”

I thought about this for a little while.

“Something with clothes,” I replied. “I’ve always been interested in fashion. At least, I think I have.”