"You need to loosen up." Francesca gave Sylvi a pat on her shoulder as she found her seat at the bar. "For as long as I've known you I don't think I've ever seen you drink."
Sylvi sighed as she pointed out her water bottle. "I drink. I don't eat but I drink."
Francesca laughed and ordered herself a whiskey. "You choose a weird lifestyle, my friend. You don't eat because it feels weird, you don't drink because it feels weird, you don't have sex because it feels weird. What is it you do for fun?"
"I wouldn't go there, Fran. For a vampire you're pretty weird yourself." Sylvi took as swig of her water. She didn't really need the water, but it made the others feel more relaxed around her.
Francesca's drink arrived and she downed it immediately. "You just say that cause I was the first vampire you ever met. And to be quite honest, I'm the best."
"You're the only vampire I've met."
"And when other's decided to come to town I will be sure to let you know. But as you know—"
"Yes, I remember, vampires are very territorial towards other vampires. And yet, you're so welcoming." Sylvi stood. "Thank you for renewing my license for me."
"I can't believe it's been a year since you arrived. Don't worry about it, as the owner for the bar it's my job to keep us hidden." Fran stood up with a new drink in hand. Even as a vampire she was still shorter than Sylvi. To be fair, most are shorter than Sylvi. "Just do me a favor, okay? Learn to trust others. It's been over a year since you've joined our community. And you're, like, my best friend. But you need more company than the sexy vampire at La Maldita Sangre."
"I'm fine, Fran," Sylvi placed her hands on Fran's dainty shoulders. "But I give you my promise I will try."
"Good, that will have to do. I need to go now I have an appointment with a donor." Francesca sauntered away from the bar to the back room where her office hides.
A young, blond man was standing by the door looking very nervous. Her blood donor, the poor young men were always nervous. The danger was real when you played with a vampire. Thankfully Francesca's persuasion was very effective and they never remember what happened. It was for the best.
After living on Earth for a year Sylvi noticed when someone was human or not. Back in Valhalla, when all she could do was watch, it was hard to see the differences. But the immortals on Earth had a unique...scent? No, it wasn't a scent but definitely a vibe. They just felt different from humans.
As far as she could tell the humans didn't see the differences. And if they did, it was more instinctual. Humans were often uncomfortable with Sylvi. Francesca thought it was Sylvi's height because other than that she looked like a typical human. Golden hair, blue eyes, pale skin, but she was taller than most human men. And her muscular build was intimidating.
Are you telling me to make friends, Fran? I sit alone at your bar most nights and no one approaches me. I scare them. It was fine, she didn't need friends. She had her job, she had Fran and she had her plants. That was enough.
Even still, that night as she lay in her bed she felt alone. In Valhalla, if she felt lonely or wanted physical company all she had to do was ask. Though she rarely ever shared a bed with others, sex just felt...weird to her. She couldn't explain it.
*
She woke up to the sound of her cell phone buzzing uncontrollably.
"Safe Guarding services, this is Sylvi," she answered. She tried to keep her voice professional but really she just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Um, I think I'm being stalked. Do you think you could...help me? For a while?" The voice was soft and light. Stalkers meant longer job security than the usual transport jobs she took. She didn't have any other jobs booked for the next few weeks.
"How long are you thinking?" She asked as she crawled out of bed. It was 5 in the morning. She squinted at the alarm clock in annoyance. The sun wasn't even up yet.
"I don't really know," the voice said. "But if we could meet as soon as possible I would really appreciate it."
"Look, I know you're scared but I am not cheap," she warned. She walked to her kitchen to get her watering can ready. "Have you thought that maybe the police might be better?"
"No, it's fine, I will pay whatever you want. Please, just meet me at the Starbucks on Main Street at noon." The voice was about to hang up. She didn't have a name or anything. It wasn't unusual for clients to be secretive at first, especially if they were being stalked. But she wasn't sure how she'd even identify this client.
"How will I know to approach you?" She quickly spit out. What could she say? A job was a job.
"I have a feeling you'll know when you see me." Click.
Well shit. This should be interesting.
*
Not having to eat had its perks. True people felt weird around her, it was unnatural to not eat. But it also meant that she saved plenty of money, which meant she could get whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it.
Her latest purchase was a Lincoln MKC. Her theory was fancy cars meant you got plenty of jobs, plenty of jobs meant you were good, being good meant no one dug through your history. Plus it was a nice car, she liked it.
