I didn't like this world and what's it's become. I was tired of having to be a maid and cleaning the same thing over and over again every day. I was scrubbing the kitchen floor for the who knows how many times. That's when he walked in with someone standing behind him.His name was Mason and he was a werewolf. I actually preferred working for a werewolf because they wouldn't always linger around for a taste of your blood. Oh and werewolves are ALIVE! He smiled at me and I saw that he was tracking dirt in. I growled and sat on my knees leaving the scrubber where it was.
"What's the matter?," he asked.
"I was almost done srubbing the floor and you just tracked dirt in," I crossed my arms.
"You didn't do a very good job anyway," he chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and stood up dusting myself off and wiping the sweat off of my brow. He grabbed me by my throat and the girl behind him gasped.
"Did you roll your eyes at me bitch?," Mason asked.
"No," I choked out.
He dropped me and I fell onto my hands and knees. He whispered into the girl's ear and she nodded.
"Maria you are relieved and Tanya here will be taking your place," Mason told me.
"Thank god," I mummbled and walked out the front door.
I sighed and was glad to be rid of that place. Before I could get too far headlights were shining on my back. I just kept walking and ignored the incessant honking of the horn. When the car stopped honking it turned back around and drove away. I finally reached my apartment and changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a pink tank top. I put some pink-strap stilletoes on and did my hair and make-up. My black hair was curled and everything done. I walked down to my favorite club that wasn't overrun with vampires and werewolves.... yet. When I got their there was a very strong man standing in front of the door. I don't know who he was but he let me in. I walked in and got totally pissed off and my body was radiating with anger. Everyone was looking at me and smiling licking their lips. Just a week ago this club was full of HUMANS and now it was completely changed very few humans were here.
It seemed only the bar tenders were the humans and a few regulars.I felt someone was standing behind me but I ignored them and walked up to Harry my usual bartender.
"The regular Harry, and make it a double I need it," I sighed sitting in the stool.
"Long day?," he asked.
"You have no idea," I groaned and took a sip of my drink, "So what happened to this place?"
"We were just barely living off scraps and money was low so we were sold by the owner along with the workers," he said drying a glass.
As soon as he finished talking he turned around and didn't face me again. I finished my glass and set it down.
"Harry what's the matter?," I asked.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure he's just fine," a deep and sexy sounding voice said.
I turned around and saw a man dressed in an all black suit. The only other color on him was a dark red tie. I rolled my eyes and turned back around.
"Refill please Harry," I sighed.
"What's a pretty lil' thing like you doing here?," the man.
"Fuck off," I mummbled as Harry set my refill down.
The man chuckled and walked away. I gulped my drink down feeling its burn and Harry faced me again.
"What's up with you?," I asked.
"Boss says we're not allowed to look at him without permission," Harry finished drying the glasses.
"Oh, well I gotta go," I paid and waved goodbye.
Harry waved goodbye and I left to go grab something to eat. I saw a Wendys and got a son of baconator, fries, and a vanilla frosty. I ate my dinner and was enjoying it when a pair of hands covered my face.
"So you're the one I'm looking for," a man whispered in my ear.
If I didn't know better I'd say he sounded exactly like Harry's new boss. I was spun around and he looked exactly like Harry's boss. But something about him was different. He wasn't wearing his suit and he seemed a bit taller and towered over me more than Harry's boss.
"My brother tells me you'd be someone perfect to work for me," he said.
"Your brother?," I raised an eyebrow, "Nice try, but I'm not falling for that."
"Ah, he said that you'd say this," he didn't remove his hands as his breath tickled my ear, "I'm my brother's twin."
I felt my stomach turn over. If anything i can't deny both of them or I'd be in some serious trouble. He chuckled in my ear and I could feel some type of pressurein my head. I groaned and shook my head.
"Get the hell outta my head," I snapped.
"You don't evenknow what I might ask and you're already agreeing, I like that," the side of his mouth opened to show his teeth in a smile and I saw his fangs.
"Will you get out of my head?," I asked gritting my teeth feeling him push his way in deeper.
"What're you trying to hide from me?," he asked breaking the barrier and looking through my memories and thoughts.
All the pressure in my head made me fall back into his arms. He asked me if I wanted to go with him. If I did he said he'd stop, but not until we got to his place. I nodded because I was out of breath and still trying to keep him from looking through my most private memories and thoughts. He paid for no one to speak of this and carried me outside and to his car. He lied me down in the backseat and put the childlocks on. He drove for maybe an hour before he stopped the car and his peeping into my head. I was exhausted from fighting his peeping and passed out in the back seat.