Assassinating the Vampire King

I gathered my things and got up. I’m exhausted as it is. I just got back from yesterday’s mission and now they’re giving me another one. So much for being the top assassin. “I know you can pull this through but I just want to warn you this one isn’t going to be guns and explosions.” I looked at him and rolled my eyes. Like this is my first time hearing that what he calls a “warning.” ” Yeah. Yeah” waving my hands in dismissal. I just need a good 5 hour relaxation. A good 5 hours at the shooting range. “He’s dangerous.” Turning to give him a smug look. “Then why don’t you use the ordinary type of the creature?” Before he could spit out his words, I answered my own question. “Ah, ‘cause you like it to be the next level.” I nod my head and turned the knob of the door. “You can slip and bring doom by taking a big step.” The steam covered the glass on the shower making it look foggy. Today’s the day I start my ‘dangerous’ mission. I have an interview at DRAC- the company run by non-other than Dracula himself. After brushing my teeth and fixing myself to look normally- decent, I got out from the bathroom and picked the dress the department gave me from the bed. I looked at myself in the mirror. The plaid skirt matches the jacket, black. The white button-up hugged my curves like there’s no tomorrow. I haven’t wear this kind of clothes since the day I started to be an agent and damn it’s uncomfortable. Sighing, I fixed my hair in a messy bun to fit the outfit and grabbed my keys for my pick-up. But someone beat me to it. There was a taxi waiting for me at the lobby. A black, shiny taxi to be exact. I arched my eyebrow at it and got my phone dialing the department. “J, already done?” greeted, Lance, the person who gave me or should I say us orders on who to end next. “What is this?” I asked pertaining to the taxi who’s waiting for me. “What do you mean? Didn’t I told you that he’s a vampire?” he asked confused. “I explained it very carefully. Am I not good----“before he could finish his questions, the driver of the taxi that was standing at the door approached me and bowed his head. Hanging up, I faced the driver and asked him who is he. “I am from DRAC and I’m here to pick you up.” He said in a monotone voice. His face is emotionless not giving anything away. He’s speaking the truth, I know it. I nodded and let him lead the way out. He opened the door and let me in before slamming it. I buckled my seatbelt when he entered and started the ignition. The interior is just like what’s in the outside. Shiny leather seats, and white flooring. I’m going to give Dracula some credit. The traffic is horrible. We stopped at least fifteen times now and to say that it was very irritating is an understatement. My patience is running thin and believe me when it’s gone I’m going to.. “Vampires.” The driver suddenly said, startling me a little. “What?” I asked him, curious and confused. I leaned a little bit so I could hear what he just meant but all I got was silence. I cleared my throat and leaned back. That was embarrassing. The DRAC is a rectangular 18th floored building. Every corner is tinted glass and I feel like I’m looking at the biggest mirror in the world. The name DRAC is on what I estimated was in the 14th. I entered and headed at the reception desk to ask for directions but someone is waiting. An Asian woman, average height, very sharp features and she’s pale, ghostly pale. Pale as vampire. I smiled at her and looked around. The people roaming were just like her. Sharp features and pale. I guess this company is run by vampires. As I reached where she is standing, she gestured me to follow her and walked away. She didn’t even smiled back. Rude. We entered in an elevator and she pushed the button for the 6th floor. It was cold and silent. Awkward silence, she’s just standing, head held high. Even though I’m taller than few inches there is a strong aura radiating off her. The elevator dinged and opened. We were greeted by busy people, heading back and forth and some facing their computer. Papers everywhere. We wandered in the room of busy folks towards the end of it. I could barely hear my heels clicking the marble floor. When we reached a glass door at the far end of the room, she halted and turned gesturing me to stay here and wait. Before she could hear my response the door shut at my face which made my insides boil. Taking deep breaths, I refrained myself for kicking this door open and punch everyone who is inside. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. The day I shot the perverted assman. The day I ate a whole bowl of ice cream. The anger subside and I sighed out of relief. I need to remind myself that I’m in a mission and Lance won’t appreciate me blowing up this one. The door opened again, great so I can finally see Mr. Dracula. The Asian woman ushered me inside, her face is still blank. When the door closed, that’s when the swivel chair turned revealing an Armani-suited, messy gray haired, and deep blue eyed man but he's not the one I want to finally give sight. I moved towards the empty chair in front of the dark oak wood and made it occupied. I sighed, finally I can relax my feet and was about to get comfortable when the man cleared his throat and arched his thick eyebrow. Raising mine too, I looked at him confused. Am I not looking presentable? “Clearly you don’t have manners.” He said making me raise my eyebrow higher. “What?” The man sighed. “No one told you to sit and could you please fix your face.” I hissed at him which resulted him giving me a smirk. I knew it something’s wrong but not with my face, I just can’t put my finger on it. Looking around searching for something I don’t know myself. A deep voice came from the dark corner of the room. “Enough of that, Chander.” He dismissed that grey haired man who now have a name. Chander sighed and rose from the seat giving me glare and and a dirty finger before exiting out.. I stuck my tongue out and smirked, serves him right. Now, turning to Dracula my smirk gone. He’s quite handsome (that's an understatement), messy on the hair, his infamous eyes, the red blood eyes bore into me searching for something or he’s just reading me. “6 a.m. tomorrow.” He said instead of ‘you’re hired’. “At least wear some make-up and fix your hair. You look horrible.” I scoffed and closed my eyes controlling my anger but I had enough of this insults for a day. I stood and raised my fist, aiming for his b****y eyes and puched him with all my might. I know I'm going to regret it later but I just need to let out some steam before I fully blow up but atleast I'm still hired, right? sort of.