The Vampire King And His Angel

Crystal’s point of view

What a wonderful day! or not, I sighed as I made my way towards the restaurant where I worked. I glanced at my wristwatch. It was 15 minutes past 7 a.m.

I screeched internally, Just great! I’m already 15 minutes late. I’ll surely be getting an earful today from Mr.Williams. 

I ran quickly to the bus station, like a sprinter on a racetrack. If I was any later than I already was, I was sure to miss the last bus.

Thankfully, I arrived just in time to board the last bus and made my way straight to the restaurant.

"Good morning, Mr. Williams," I said, gritting my teeth in anticipation.

He eyed me up and down and slightly shook his head while glancing at his wristwatch. "Do you know what time it is, Crystal?" He asked in a stern voice.

"I’m so sorry, Mr. Williams, I overslept. It won’t happen again, I promise," I replied, sending him a pleading look. 

He deliberated for a few seconds before announcing, "Let this be the last time, Crystal. Last chance."

I nodded my head vigorously. "I won’t, I promise, Mr. Williams." 

He nodded his head and then left.

I sighed in relief, finally releasing my breath. Thank goodness!

My life sucked. I was a young and broke adult at 21 years old with no freaking money. I had to fend for myself, but thankfully, the orphanage was able to send me to middle and high school, respectively.

I grew up in an orphanage; I had no relatives, none that I knew of. All attempts to find and locate my family had proved abortive.

After turning 18 years old, I had to leave the orphanage to fend for myself. This meant forgoing my dreams of furthering my education at the university level.

I had no one, not a single friend. I used to have Derek, though. We both grew up together in the orphanage. After graduating from high school together, he disappeared into thin air. I tried contacting him to no avail.

On visiting his apartment, I found no trace of him or his property, except for a piece of paper that he had posted on the wall. It read, "I'm going far away from here; don’t worry about me and take care of yourself, Crystal."

I had cried my eyes out. How could he do this to me? He was my only friend! I remember glancing at the paper over and over again, wishing that I was mistaken, but I certainly wasn’t. It was indeed his handwriting.

I felt so betrayed and worried at the same time. It was so sudden, but I silently prayed that wherever he was, he was safe and sound.

It's been a little over three years since then, and I’ve been on my own. I had to work different part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Last night, I worked until the early hours of the morning at the club. 

A bunch of assholes were up at the VIP lounge, partying all night. I had inwardly prayed for them to freaking call it a day, but they partied till dawn, leaving me at their service and beck and call all night. serving drinks upon drinks, not to mention trying to keep my freaking cool while having to listen to their inappropriate and vulgar remarks all night. Remembering it all, I was livid. I felt anger rising in the pit of my stomach again.

I hated this life—my life! I felt so lonely and bored. I found it hard to relate to people because I felt insecure and rejected.

My parents abandoned me, and my best friend also abandoned me. Maybe I was the problem all along. 

People have always called me beautiful, but I’ve never felt like I was. At 21 years old, I was still a virgin with no dating experience. I had a cynical mindset about guys, largely due to a near-rape experience I had long ago at the orphanage. 

A young man who used to work there had lured me to a quiet spot and tried to force himself on me. I had screamed at the top of my lungs. Thankfully, Derek was nearby. He had alerted security immediately. The bastard was arrested and taken into custody.

I felt all guys were the same. They wanted nothing else but to sleep with me and then abandon me. I just couldn’t deal with them. I disassociated myself from social gatherings; I was a loner—not by choice but by experience and fear of abandonment.

I wished for something exciting—something, anything—somebody to take me out of this misery! I prayed inwardly as I dropped the tray I was carrying down a little harder than I should have.

My action earned me a sharp glare and a look of disapproval from Mr. Williams.

I let out a nervous laugh and slowly waved my hands at him. "Sorry about that, Mr. Williams," I whispered, bowing my head slightly.

He deepened the frown on his face but made no reply as he left.

I was working on thin ice, and it was clear as day. Mr. Williams was surely tired of my bullshit. "Let’s get through today without any more strikes." I silently prayed.

During the night, I made my way to the club—The Hive. It's still a wonder how I got a job at such a prestigious and trendy nightclub. I had no earlier experience working in a club or even as a bartender.

The manager had glanced at me while nodding his head in approval. Right there on the spot, he offered me the job. I was surprised, but glad.

"Do not be surprised; you’re eye candy. Nobody would have been able to resist your beauty, even if they tried," Tom, one of the bartenders, had told me while showing me around. 

After arriving at the club, I changed into my bartender uniform, which I considered a little too skimpy, by the way.

"You’re early today," Tom stated, fixing up some drinks as I nodded my head in reply. "Here, take this to the VIP lounge."

I quickly took the drinks and made my way there. "Here we go!" I prayed inwardly as I walked towards the VIP lounge.

Maybe I'll be meeting my prince charming today. Who knows?