"......... And I want that report on my desk by 7am." he said, slamming down the phone. For what had seemed like forever, Alex had run this company, picked it up off of its arse and made into a huge money making empire. He looked around the room, surveying all that he had built. His prize possession was a first edition signed Batman comic that was framed and hung on the wall. For a year he had worked hard and saved for that and it gave him a sense of pride that he'd never really felt in his life before, even on his wedding day he hadn't felt as good as when he'd strode into the shop and handed over the huge pile of bills in exchange for that comic. He rose from his desk and stood in front of the comic now, his fingers running lightly over the glass and a smile slowly lifting the corners of his mouth. The phone on his desk broke the silence that had hung in the room and he strolled over to it. "What now?" he asked as the receiver reached his mouth. His secretary told him is wife was on line one and Alex looked up at the clock on the wall, he had bought it on a whim while at the comic book store and it was the face of a vampire, its fangs shining in the light, he hadn't even known why he'd gotten it, the thing was grotesque and the whole vampire thing held no interest for him at all.
It did tell him it was gone nine o'clock at night and he knew his wife would be mad at him for staying at work so late again. "You better put her through then," he sighed, the phone clicked, indicating the call had been transferred. "Hi honey....." he began before his wife’s voice cut him off. "What the hell are you still doing at work, it's gone nine!" she sounded mad, as he'd expected but there was something else there too, a hint of disappointment. "I'm sorry but the Lewis account is causing us headaches." Alex knew he was stretching her patience, he'd been working until the small hours of the morning for many weeks now, he preferred the headaches of work to the arguments at home and he knew full well that his lie wasn't fooling anyone. "You love that stupid job more than me." his wife, Louise’s voice was shaking and he knew he'd really done it this time. "How are we meant to work through our problems if you hide at work?" she sounded tired, not physically but emotionally, having this same argument was taking its toll on both of them. "I'm leaving now," Alex said, "We'll have a good talk when I get in, ok?" Louise made a grunt of agreement and hung up the phone.
Pulling his jacket from the back of his chair, Alex took one last look around before heading to the lift and his brand new car that awaited him in the downstairs car park. In the lift, a song tugged at his memory, he had no reason to know it as he didn't really keep up with the music scene and very rarely went clubbing due to work but even so the song conjured up memories that seemed to him to be years old. He closed his eyes and let them fill his mind, a slim, beautiful red head was dancing madly in the middle of a club, she'd just started towards him when the lift made that horrid high pitched 'ping' to indicate it has reached its destination. "Wow, she was cute." he muttered to himself as he headed out to his car. Opening the door, he threw his jacket into the back and slipped behind the wheel, taking a deep breathe he started the car and headed home, where any number of things were about to unleash misery upon him.
Across town, a tall, lithe female was stalking the shadows of a cemetery, all her senses were primed and ready for action. It had been a painfully quiet night and she was desperate for a good slay before heading home. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure slipping through the darkness, "Looky, looky what I found." she whispered to herself as she tiptoed towards the figure. Silent as the night itself, she crept up behind the figure who she could now tell was a man, as she was about to plunge her stake deep into his unbeating heart, he turned and yelled in surprise. "What are you doing out her this late missy?" he asked, his clothes and face revealed he was no more a vampire than she was but some sort of security guard.
Hiding the stake in her sleeve, she struggled to find a sensible excuse; "I'm... erm, I dropped my keys earlier when I was visiting my gran's grave." she replied, his face softened and she breathed a small sigh of relief that he had brought her story. "Oh. We've not had any handed in but if I find some, do you want me to give you a call, I can do that." he said, she nodded, not wanting to appear ungrateful she followed him back to his port-a-cabin.
"C-L-A-I" she spelt out her name slowly as the guard took down her details in case he found her imaginary lost keys. He looked up from his notes with a bemused expression, "Clyee?" he asked trying to hide a giggle in his voice, she glared at him from across the table. "There's no need to laugh, it's not my fault. And it's pronounced Clay." she told him firmly as she rose and headed towards the door, "Have a good night, keep your eyes peeled." she finished as she slammed the door behind her. Back out in the night air, Clai considered the strangeness of her name for a second and giggled despite herself, it was a little funny. She decided that patrolling had come to its natural conclusion for the evening and headed home.
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