In a world of fine wine and dinning in the daylight there is also a world of horror and nightmare’s at night. The days belong to the good of the world and the nights are sweet peace for the wrong of the world. She’s well accustomed to the night life of the city she lives in. In her field of work she has encounter all types of demons, devils and whatever else you can think of that goes bump in the night. Some angles even pop in every now and again.
The outfits she wears for her job are slightly outrageous as her father put it but then again he doesn’t exactly know where she works. It’s hard enough to believe that someone her age would have a job like this, let alone do it willingly, but if you look at it again it’s not that hard to believe if you just look at her. She only got the job because she knows the owner. She was hired at his club at the age of 15 where as you’re supposed to be 18. She doesn’t do anything like what the other girls do, well at least not yet. She a shot girl and she get the drink orders and deliver them. The owner said that she was cute and that she attracted a lot of business. Everything was great and going good till the night of her 18th birthday when her life took a horrible turn.
It’s a peaceful morning when the sun’s rays peak through the stain glass window of her bedroom. She rises out of bed; silence was prominent in the apartment till she leaned over to her stereo and turns it on full blast. She walks to the bathroom in her sports bra and shorts and starts a shower for herself. Her apartment is nice; it’s pretty large and is furnished with the best of the best. Cherry wood floors throughout the kitchen and hallways and into the living room. Lucky for her there are built in floor heat coils so the floor is never cold. In the two bedrooms there is midnight blue carpeting. There are all new sinks, showers and toilets in the master bathroom and in the guest bathroom. She has a nice LCD 50” sonly plasma TV in the living room with two ottomans and a very comfy couch, all fabrics are a deep brick red. In the kitchen there are all brand new stainless steel appliances. Not many people have been to her place however so there’s only her word to say it’s the best. Her family lives in a completely different state millions of miles away and she doesn’t bother to make many friends because her job requires a lot of my time. Somehow she finds a little bit of time to fit in some classes in her schedule. Though she was only 16 she tested out of high school, received her diploma and enrolled into Lennola Private College. It wasn’t hard for her to find a job. Her mother knew a couple of people in the city just north of the college. She got her daughter a job at the famous adult club called ‘Midnight Scandals.’ She worked there all through college and she said that it pays great and the job is very exhilarating. She also said that she would never be bored and that it would be a great place to find herself. Whatever that meant? So she took the job and in part her mother was right. The place is great, the people are friendly and she is never bored. She enjoys what she does and can afford the best of the best and still go to college for the hell of it.
After getting out of the shower she dances her way back into her room and changes into a pair of jeans and a tang-top, she throws on some high heels. Then she walks back into the bathroom to do her hair and make-up. After that’s all taken care of she makes her way back into the bedroom and grabs her small pouch and stuff a skirt in there along with her spare make-up. Before she heads out she grabs her trusty black cape and slings it around her shoulders tying it into place as she heads for the elevator. She presses the down button on the switch board and it glows red. She stands and waits for the elevator to make its way up and soon the light above the elevator doors ding telling me the elevator cart was here. The two metal doors slide open and before she can walk into the elevator a couple of people get off. After they exit she enters and the doors shut silently.
After she walks out of the building she makes her way to campus. It doesn’t take her that long to get there and she strolls onto campus, though most of her classes are online at some point in the semester some of the classes require you to see the teachers “belch” is all what she has to say. She’s practically the youngest one on campus and everyone always asks her if she’s lost. She just glares at them and keep walking, which is probably why her only friends are the people she works with. At work she’s not the one who’s labeled as the geek, or weirdo, or the one that ruins the grading curve or the one who gets picked on just because she’s naturally smart. She is well known at her work and even considered beautiful.
She walks into an old building, much history resides in these walls and there are plenty of stories that date back to the late fifteenth century Renaissance period. She has just a few errands to run at the school and then it’s off to work.“Good afternoon Mr. Tie” “Ah it’s a very good afternoon Miss Quantay. What can I do for you today?” “Just need to hand in my midterm essay” “Very good very good. You are always my best student” “Thank you Mr. Tie” The bell rings out warning the normal students that class was going to start in five minutes. “Well I guess it’s that time again. You have a good day Miss Quantay” “You as well Mr. Tie” She turns and heads out of the room just as the students file in for their class.
She heads back in the direction of her apartment, on normal days it’s kind of nice cause her work is just two blocks from her building. It’s not that long before she’s walking down the clean and well respected street. This can also be said about her employer’s business. She walks into the building and is greeted by multiple people. “Hey everyone Jazlyn’s here” A rousing chore of cheers erupt from the room, it brings a smile to her face. The club isn’t open just yet so it was just the crew that hollered out to her.
“Yes the great and powerful Jaz Berry is here” A couple of the crew rolls on the floor laughing. “Alright guys get back to work. I’d like to open the club on time tonight” A tall thin man in a white suit comes walking out of the back office calling out, making the whole club go silent
“And what, we screw off other nights” “Well…”
“Oh stuff it Mark” She playfully pushes him and he pushes her back. She giggles and walks off to the back room to put her things in her locker “Oh Jaz you’re on bar duty tonight”
“Again, ugh fine” “Sorry Jaz but until you turn eighteen I can’t put you up on stage too many night
“I know Mark, thank you” He ruffled up her hair and walked back into his office. Jaz fixes her hair and walks behind the bar
“I guess it’s you and me tonight little one”
“Hey, I can out mix you any day or night old timer” “Still got spunk, guess I’m slacking” Jaz ignores him and starts to set up her end of the bar. It was close to opening time. Business would be slow for the first three hours, but then they usually get slammed cause work would be letting out soon and it was a Friday at that. “So you ready short stack”
“Hey! Alright I’ll make a bet with you” “Oh this sounds interesting”
“If you can out sell me tonight I will let you keep calling me your stupid pet names but if I win you have to start treating me the same as everyone else” “You’re on” They shake hands and the signs turn on.
Not too far from the city sat a large mansion covered in black vines that bloom beautiful crystal blue roses. Stone steps lead to a large cherry wood double door entrance. This magnificent castle hidden by a vast forest no one would guess was home to a very powerful coven of vampires. Though that as usually the plan, keep silent and you shall live. Was a saying that the head vampire had lived by for centuries. Over time he had gathered some of the faster, furious and most devastatingly beautiful vampires.
Demetri sat in the darkness of his mansion just staring into the flames of the fire place. The sun was still up and would be for another five hours. Lately he'd been getting up before dusk, some said his subconscious was trying to tell him something.
"Hmph" he would always respond
"I don't have a subconscious." Demetri was well entertained by the flames and didn't realize that some of his coven would be getting up soon and he wasn't even cleaned up. He also hadn't decided what they were going to do either.
"We need some entertainment tonight. This place is getting boring" The mansion they inhabited was old and held much history in its walls and plenty of stories could date back to the late fifteenth century Renaissance period. He shifted in his seat and picked up his book from the side table. He opened to his saved place.
“How do you feel about going to ‘Midnight Scandals’ tonight?” Demetri seemed to ask no one but his hearing was much better than that of an average human’s hearing.
((It's finally up. Sorry bout the wait Shaz))