She reached out as the beeping of her alarm woke her up. Her eyes opened, revealing their sky-blue color. She sat up and stretched. It was time to get ready for another night at work. She headed to the bathroom and flicked on the light. She squinted a little as her eyes adjusted. She stripped down and took a quick, hot shower. Upon finishing, she wrapped a warm, fluffy towel around her and grabbed her brush. She pulled it through her long, raven-black hair, getting the tangles out. Now to get dressed. She set the brush on the sink and went into her room. She headed over to her wardrobe and dropped the towel.

She pulled out her usual attire for her work. First came on her black bra and panties. Then came her black, skin-tight long-sleeve black shirt. Then her black skinny jeans. Black socks and combat boots completed her assamble. She went over to her bedside table and pulled open the drawers. She pulled out some knives and strapped them in different places. She pulled her hair into a messy pony-tail, out of the way. Then she pulled on a black jacket and was off for the night.

She was off to the place where she knew the blood-suckers would be, probably hoping to blend in. But she knew. She always knew. It wasn't to hard to get in, even if she was underage. But she was 18, and the bouncer was a friend of hers. As long as she didn't drink, it didn't matter. The flashing lights didn't bother her. She was used to it. She instantly started scanning the area, looking for vampires.

{{Sorry if this isn't as long as yours.}}