Fighting For A Chance(Vampire Love Story)Charaters

My eyes fluttered open and I stared at the white ceiling above. My stare turned into a menacing glare as I through my pillow at the ceiling. “DAMN” I screamed as I through my pillow across the room, causing things to fall off of my dresser. Everything that just happened. Everything was a dream? “Shit, I wish I hadn’t woken up” I mumbled as I groaned at the sunlight streaming through my window. I hated this. I would have a realistic dream that made me so happy, then I would wake up. Its worse than hell. It feels like hell.

I rolled out of bed angrily. I definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

I grabbed a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, my black tank top and my brown hoodie as I walked into the bathroom quietly. I brushed and straightened my hair, did my make up and got dressed. I picked up all of my work things and walked out the door. My dad was in his room, probably with some blonde girl he picked off the street. Well, I couldn’t complain, at least it wasn’t me. I dreaded work like every day, but I had no choice. My dad didn’t pay for anything around here so I had to do something to eat. Besides, my job payed nicely.

I was a waitress at a bar downtown. My dad wouldn’t find me there and even if he did he wouldn’t recognize me because I am always either serving the back tables were the rich sit, or on the pole in the back. It all depends on how much the rich ones want to pay. I sighed though as I walked into the back employer door. The dressing rooms were empty because only a few girls work at this in the day. I had napped until eight o clock, so all of the people will be pouring in around ten and my job lasts until two in the morning so…..

I got into my little black waitress outfit and did my lip stick a trashy red color. The more sluty you look, the more they pay to see you dance. My stripper shoes were almost brand new as I noticed when I put them on. I guess this place must make really good money. I didn’t know much about it because I just started working here a few days ago.

I walked out of the back room and up the bar. I guess since Shelly wasn’t here, I was the bartender until nine.

Nothing interesting happened all day. It wasn’t until twelve thirty that it got quite interesting. I was serving as my manager told me to go serve table three. I walked back there with my notepad and pencil as I spotted the person at the table. He was gorgeous. His black hair touched his shoulders lightly and his eyeliner was thick and black. His skin was deathly pale but flawless. I fought for self composer as I approached the table caution filled. “How may I help you” I asked formally. His eyes look up at me, then traveled down my body as I blushed at his straight forward body language. “Im gunna order a tequila” He told me as he place thirty on the table. Obviously he wanted the best in the house. “Its on the house” I told him as I gave him his money back. He raised his eyebrows as I just smiled at him and walked towards the bar to get his order.

I grabbed the best bottle of tequila and pored his a shot as I took him the bottle and the shot glass. He nodded at me as I set it down infront of him. “Bre-bre baby, darling, sweetie, we need you on the pole” A regular costomer slurred as he through down one hundred dollars. That would pay for fifteen minutes of me up there but okay. Money is money. I walked up on the stage and began to dance. Normally I felt eyes on me, but for some reason I felt one pair that just felt so….strange. Like I was being watched…not by an adunice, but by something else…..

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