The Sweet Vampire

The Bakery

Back home in his luxury penthouse, Aaron had specially made windows that kept all the sunlight out, but he could still see the soft beautiful lights of the buildings through the glass.

“How was your day, Mr. Aaron?” asked Sammy, his personal assistant. Sammy is also a vampire, a young vampire. He was around 17 when he turned. Unfortunately, his maker kept Sammy for a couple of years before leaving him to fend for himself.

A creator should stay with his vampire for around seven years before leaving. But he was worthless, kept Sammy around long enough to show him how to hunt and took advantage of him sexually. Which might be why he prefers men to women, sexually and to feed on.

Sammy had been a vampire for nearly thirty years. Aaron found him when his real age was 19, right after his creator left him. Aaron felt so bad for him, he was thin and was wasting away. For some reason, Aaron didn’t think he was taught how to feed and hunt like he should, he had a hard time killing.

Aaron had to learn on his own, but it never bothered him about killing. There were times he was so starved he could even hardly talk. But he figured out how to hunt and made it. So, he took pity on Sammy and was going to make sure Sammy would survive. Aaron is like a father figure now.

Aaron offered Sammy a position so he would feel needed and not feel like he was a rogue vampire. “How would you like to be my full-time assistant?” The benefits would be my protection and I would make sure you had your meal every three days.” Aaron offered, hoping he would say yes.

Looking shocked, Sammy shook his blond head rapidly and smiled, showing his bright white fangs.

I slung my body down on a chair next to the wall-to-wall windows, overlooking Manhattan. “Not bad Sammy, not bad at all. I spent the morning at my favorite bakery before I saw this blond bombshell.”

“She must be a bombshell for you to notice more than her jugular.” Smiling with his pearly white teeth, Sammy always teased Aaron about women.

Yawning, stretching out on his favorite chair. Aaron could tell by how his body felt, the sun was coming up. Sammy brought him his silk Versace pajamas.

Slipping on the ultimate silk pajamas, he crawled into bed in total darkness. “Why am I still thinking about that woman? Tomorrow, I think I will follow her scent, and try to find out more about this gorgeous woman.” yawning, he drifted off to his deep vampire slumber.

Cheryl

Chapter 3

Cheryl got up as usual and walked over to her small closet, looking over the five sets of medical scrubs that had Excellent Dentists on the front pocket. She chose the one pair that didn’t have any stains on it from work.

She got dressed, went to move and turned, tripping over her pet Cavapoo puppy named Ash.

Falling on her knees and hands. “Damn it dog stay out from under my damn feet!” I think I’m going to give you away.” Yelling at the little furball, frustrated with the dog and herself.

Cheryl is 5’5” with long blonde hair and fair skin. Pretty girl, just clumsy. Clumsy at work also, being a dental hygienist and not a very good one at that. Tripping, hitting her head, or falling, she realizes that maybe she just isn’t hygienist material.

“I’m so tired of this job, twice a week the dentist tells me to get donuts before we open, so freaking tired of it,” she said to herself as she was leaving her small apartment.

“It’s dark and wet and my scrubs are going to get dirty before I even get to work.” Aggravated, she stomped out of her apartment talking to herself.

Cheryl walked out the front door, looking up to see the moon and the sun over dusky clouds. Just enough sunlight to see where she was going. The bakery is about three blocks down. Walking briskly, keeping her head down watching the sidewalk as she walked. Thinking in her mind everything she needed to do while at work.

The bright blinking bakery sign was in sight. She smiled on seeing it and hurried to the door and went in, “Oh, My God!!!! The smell is so awesome. Fresh baked donuts, I just love the creamy, fluffy filled chocolate iced donuts.” She spoke out loud while sniffing the air of the mouthwatering pastries.

“How can I help you?” the cashier asked. “I would like two dozen mixed donuts, filled, and not filled please”. I gave him my Hollywood smile, since that was the only benefit she got from working for a dentist, the pay wasn’t great.

The cashier handed her the box of donuts. Leaving the store, Cheryl felt something strange, like she was being watched. She started to walk faster, but the water on the sidewalk was splashing on her scrub pants, knowing she would be at work with muddy pants on from weather.