Akira Hasegawa, adlet and vampire slayer, hadn't expected to land a job at a cosplaying cafe. Of course, it was only an undercover day job. She didn't want the humans to know she was a creature of the night, and this way can learn of where possible vampires might be.

Akira pulled on her little kimono and sandals and made her to the kitchen of the cafe. Everyday, the owner of the cafe placed their costumes for the day on their lockers. Each employee was encouraged to add something to their costume to make it unique. Akira's was her ears and tail. This way, she could work there without worrying about some human freaking out and trying to slay her. Her job was a way to make money for supplies, hear the gossip about vampires, and relieve some boredom during the day.

She grabbed her tablet and pen and headed out to the customers. Already, it seemed to be packed. Why they liked the cafe, she didn't know. The guys she could guess, but the girls? She didn't think that food was that fantastic, but then again, she prefered blood with everything. At least, the guy who decorated the place did an excellent job.

Walking up to one of the customers, she could tell that the man was one of those who hit on and grabbed the waitresses. She wondered what would happen if she told the guy off if he tried anything on her. If she got fired, she could always find a job somewhere else.

"May I take your order?"

I'm Setsurou Iragashi, older than most living creatures and a fallen angel. In hopes to get back to heaven, I've taken up the occupation as Vampire Slayer.

Setsurou sat on top a building in the middle of the city. There wasn't much for him to do. Vampires didn't come out until night, and he hadn't learned about any hidden covens from Akira yet. He usually slept the day away unlike Akira, but he just couldn't fall asleep. Something was eating at him.

Many years ago, he was banished from heaven from the things he did. He regrets all of it and has been trying to right his wrongs. What am I doing wrong? I should be back by now.