In my previous life

The day i met him began like any other, i had to get out of bed before 5:00 am so that i could get enough time to prepare myself before going to the bar, Tim was the type of person who took time very seriously and arriving late was out of discussion, he would fire you without notice. There is some ups and downs in being a waitress in a bar full of drunk men when you are the only female worker and i guess at some point I may have let few of the rich men use me a little including my own boss, my bad. I’m a sucker for a good treat and whenever an old creep would blow some few dollars infront of my face, i may let him lay their filthy wrinkled hands on me even though it made me feel like puking. I'm a human too with emotions and i have the tendency of falling in love, I have been having a long time crush on my co waiter Tyrell Simpson and I had my eyes on him couple of weeks now, he had been ignoring all of my tale signs and I had now decided to do the chasing. I took a note and penned something down before sticking it in his pocket. He stared at me with knitted brows as if i had swallowed a live frog. I smiled and made as if to speak silently with my lips. ‘Tonight’ before i turned and walked towards the customers waiting for their orders. He definitely ignored my note, this were my thoughts as i poured a glass of vodka and downed it ignoring the burning that lingered in my throat. The bar was now closed and i was hoping..well...what was i hoping? That he would stick until now to smash me? “Lily?” his deep voice suddenly came from behind me and i quickly turned to face him. There was a smile plastered on his face as he stared at me already drunk, a hiccup approached my throat and i chuckled trying to get rid of it. “You are here” i stuttered trying to get up and almost stumbling. “Lily, I think you are wasted” he said grabbing me and preventing me to knock my head on the floor and have my brains allover it. “Wait” I whispered and staggered towards the bar’s stereo and played the music. We began dancing slowly and i was hoping he would take advantage of me, he grabbed my ass. I chuckled and swirled around snaking my arms around him while bringing my face close to his. His jaws clenched and he quickly grabbed my waist making me to gigle. “Damn, you got a good grip” I whispered before planting a kiss on his neck making him to smirk, I could feel his heart beating rapidly on his chest and could tell he was really in the mood. Guy is turned on, perfect. I let my hand grip his hard d**k and gasped at how big it was, my c**t was already throbbing down there and I could not help but cuss myself why I had waited this long to f**k him. He was a full package just waiting at my doorstep. I slowly stripped his trouser and let it dangling below his knees before removing my pink floral panty and sat on his lap. “Wait!” he said suddenly gripping the hand that was playing around his manhood. “What?” I asked groaning for his sudden withdrawal. “I’m sorry I can't do this.” he said and pushed me off him before he stood and pulled his clothes back on. “Come on Tyrel, you can't make me strip my panty off then pull out like that” I stated lifting my pink floral panty to his face while swaying it side to side. A look of amusement played on his face before he said the dumbest thing ever that immediately turned me off. “You are Tim's w***e I'm not ready to loose my job” “Woah” I chuckled loudly “Did you have to say that loud?” Is that what he sees me as? A w***e? I may have slept with different men but....never mind. I was dissapointed, utterly dissapointed that this f*****g camelshit had to do this to me. How dare he make me this horny then pull back and insult me right infront of my face. “You know what, forget it” I slurred picking my panties and returning them on. “You ain't even worthy of my p***y” I leaned on the counter holding my head as I cried foul. I hated my life, I hated everything about myself, I hated the fact that I had to use my my body as a form of exchange n and I hated Tim for using me. I was suddenly distracted from my thoughts by a sudden wave of wind that blew over my face. I quickly turned my eyes allover the bar, Tyrel had already left, has someone break in?. “Tyrel is that you?” Silence “Tyrel?” Silence “Is anybody there” I asked loudly my heart suddenly feeling like a second hand engine. There was silence that felt all too unreal and deathly, even in my drunken state, I could feel the premonition seeping through the air. I was about to sit when something dropped right infront of my feet, no!, It was someone. Tyrel laid on the ground breathing heavily while his eyes remained wide. “Lily, run” he stammered I was trying to understand what was wrong with him when I saw blood covered in his white t-shirt. “Flora…. pleasure is mine. It's been years since you dissapeared and to think that after centuries of looking for you I'll find you in this place?… pathetic” a baritone voice echoed from across the bar before a man suddenly appeared next to Tyrels body. The man was tall nearing 6"0 feet and look too inhuman to be true, he looked at me his grey eyes meeting mine, his hair was very black, the darkest I've ever seen and as he tucked a strand of hair that was falling on his handsome face behind his ear, his face contorted into a smirk. “Err- who are you?” I stuttered positive that I was now hallucinating. Maybe I had had too much to drink today. Tyrell was right, I'm wasted today, too much wasted. His eyebrows knitted together. “Dont you recognized me my love?” the strange man asked. Did he just called me my love?. I observed him closely, this man was definitely a model in some clothes company somewhere, it must be, his frame is too big to be true. But why was Tyrell lying on the ground with blood allover him? Is it blood or.... “Well, I'm sure you still remember this” he said before I saw his teeth turning to something I knew as fangs. In a speed quicker than the wind, he had lifted Tyrell by the collar and the next thing he had dipped his fangs on his neck.