*1 week*
I walk onto the elevator after a long day at the office still working on this new article day and night. I don't really have much else to do with my life than make this article relatable to the human mind. Every time I think about it though, the unknown vampire comes to mind. His demeanor, his green eyes, his dark black hair; everything. I was too scared to ask his true name, knowing that no human knows it, meaning that he wouldn't tell some random journalist who writes for the whole city.
"Get a grip Y/n," I say to myself watching the number go down on the elevator. There is no reason that I still think about him. I finished the interview, he isn't anything more than a study that I have to do for my job! What is the point? I flatten my leather blazer and fix my small black dress that is now wrinkled from sitting at my desk all day. I rub my reddened eyes that are dry from staring at the computer screen for hours on end. Not wanting others to see the sting that has formed in my eyes, about things that I still know little about. But this feeling I know will carry on. And all I could do was act like it didn't affect me when my boss came in every hour anxious about how the article is coming along.
The stress of the whole situation made my anxiety rise, I have this huge responsibility now. What if the information that I put out is not enough for what my boss or the people of New York want? It's not like I can just go back to his house and demand more information, that is suicide.
I continue down the sidewalk taking the normal route back to my apartment that I usually do. It's Friday; people my age are probably excited about Fridays, excited to go out and go forget their troubles from work and hook up with some hot rich finance guy. I on the other hand look at it as a full week since I saw those blood-sucking freaks. I tell myself that because I don't see them as freaks, which is a problem. My position is becoming a lot more complicated than I wanted. Thinking back to Ray who was so honest and caring. He couldn't be like the animals that us humans have always made the vampires out to be. His friend though...
"The man of the city, really Y/n....get a rip," I hum to myself.
"He isn't the end all be all Y/n. Remember that," Damon says
I gasp looking around the city pavement and seeing no one around. I grasp my chest tightly, making sure that I was still real and not in some kind of fucked up nightmare. Once I knew that real life was going around me I cautiously proceeded on my way; not hearing any footsteps that were following me or anything like that but I pick up my speed back to my apartment.
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I pour myself a glass of wine and grab my mac and cheese that I made from the box from being too lazy to try to eat anything of substance and drag myself into the living room. Living alone can allow you to have as much wine or junk food as you want on a Friday night and no one will judge you. And I am so thankful for that.
I flick through HBO Max trying to find something to watch, knowing that I will probably want to watch a thriller movie I land on The Game which is one of my favorites. Getting up periodically to refill my glass.
Once the movie is over and I look towards my empty bottle of wine I decide that it is time to bring myself to bed, but not before a smoke.
I stagger over to my purse and retrieve a cigarette and my lighter. Moving cautiously over to the window to open and sit on the windowsill of the family room I open my Spotify picking a song to smoke to. I land on Joey by Concrete Blonde and allow the music to engulf me and the chill air outside slightly grazing my skin.
"So much better than going out," I say to myself letting out a puff. I look down over the fire escape and hear the staggering people walking either to another bar or home. Their conversations not making much sense in my own foggy head. Once I notice that I hit the but of the cigarette, I place it in my ashtray on the windowsill and shut the window tightly making sure that it is secure. I make my way to the bathroom deciding that I will wash the wine glass tomorrow morning when I wake up and do my night skin routine.
