The day was an uneventful one for Sophia. She woke up that morning and had her daily running, in her collie form. It was one of her favorite parts of the day. Shifting and just running, not caring about anything in the world. When she got home after running, she shifted back to human form, slipping on a robe to cover her nude body. She lived in a small, one bedroom house in a tiny neighborhood. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was home. She had a doggy door to the back door in the kitchen to go in and out of. She had yet to take a shower, so after drinking a cup of coffee and eating some cornflakes, the young woman removed the robe and stepped into the shower, enjoying the hot water hitting and rolling down her back.
After her shower, Sophia picked out a simple black dress, black heels with aqua green, and a pink cropped leather jacket
to wear for work that night. She curled her hair, topping it off with a pretty head piece. It was about time for her to be at work, so after brushing her teeth and putting on her make-up, Sophia headed to work. She pulled into the parking lot, beside Travis, the owner of the bar, was. He drove a gray pick-up truck, parts of it rusted from age. Her small Volvo looked miniature compared to his truck. She got out, heading inside. She greeted Travis, who was drying and shining up some glasses, placing them in the cabinet. "Hey, Soph. How was your day?" He asked, placing the last two cups up.
The place she worked at, Burton's Bar & Grill, was a bar and a diner. The two cooks, Jason and Oliver were in the back, doing some prep work. The two waitresses on duty, Arlene and Hollie, were chatting as they waited for the busy night to get started. A few minutes after Sophia took place behind the bar, they started to get busy. It was the time of day, after the sun had went down, that they got most busy, mostly because of people just getting off work and looking to get a beer and relax. Sophia had to remember to keep her temper in check, because one thing from one drunk ass hole, then she went off her grid. It happened twice before, and Travis was always lenient with her, but who knows for how much longer.
Bryson had spent most his the daylight under ground, sleeping. If the vampires didn't sleep during the day, then they would start to bleed from the nose, ears, and often the mouth. After the sun had went down, Bryson pushed up the door to his underground bedroom. He owned he own two story home, it was old from age, but in still good condition. After he moved back, he dug himself an underground bedroom, blocked by a small wooden trap door. After he washed up a bit, Bryson hunted. He settled on a couple camping out in the forest behind his home. He drank from the female, and 'glamored' the couple to forget that every happened.
Glamoring was a fancy way of saying compelling. Only vampires could do this special ability. He quite often took advantage of it. After leaving the couple, both dazed and confused, Bryson went home to changed into some clean clothes, after noticing blood was spilled on his white top. After changed, he headed to the bar. He went there almost every night, alone most nights, but for the past decade he had been alone. In every way. Sure, he had his meal he'd seduce and feed on during, but he had started to miss that real feeling of being wanted.
Wanting to look more human, he took a seat up at the bar. The pretty bartender, who's name he had come to figure out was Sophia, had served him his order, whiskey. It didn't taste as delightful as it did when he wash human, but it did calm his nerves. After she handed him the glass of whiskey, he thanked her and took a sip, looking around before keeping his gaze on his drink, a lot stirring around in his mind.