The beeping of the alarm clock pierced the otherwise quiet room

The beeping of the alarm clock pierced the otherwise quiet room. Its short beeps seemed to grow louder with every minute, piercing the dreams of anyone who was actually sleeping there.

“Alright I hear you!” A voice yelled smashing the button down on the clock. The big red numbers on the clock flashed 4:00 am.

If there’s anything worse than working a dead end job it’s getting up for it at this ungodly hour.” the voice said over the running of the tap water and the ruffling of clothes. Then the door closed and behind it all that could be heard was the sound of rushed footsteps running downstairs and out of the front door.

The morning was cold. It was a typical winter day and the fact that he could see his breath proved it. No matter what hour of the day it was the city still was bustling with activity. People were rushing to and fro. They probably had high paying corporate jobs and wanted to do as much ass kissing as possible. So they came in early to count the reports or something. He just couldn’t understand it. Why? But then why did he do this day to day grind himself?

He walked up the steps of a small gray building. It was small compared to the skyscrapers around it. He walked up the stairs to an office at the very top floor. As he walked in the cat shaped clock said 5:01am.

“You’re late Rioroute!” said a short frizzy red haired woman.

“It was only one minute, give me a break.” Rioroute mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?!” The woman yelled.

“I apologize boss lady, sir.” he said in a sort of automatic tone. He hated having to say that every time the fat bitch declared him late.”

Working in a design studio was quite boring to say the least. What he did could hardly be called art. It was called making a dollar. Shifting through files and gluing papers, it was annoying. At the end of his twelve hour shift he would come back home to his apartment, a one roomed dust bin with the incessant neon sign from the restaurant next door blinking on and off bathing it forever in a red and blue light. Soon the landlady will be knocking at his door wanting to collect the rent, well the landlady’s daughter rather. 6:00 every first Wednesday she comes to collect the rent donned in her most sexy apparel (one time she came almost completely naked) she’d tap on the door. He’d let her stay out there one or two minutes maybe and then open the door.

It was amazing how Rioroute could just pay rent with sexual favors and drugs. What could he say; the landlady’s daughter was a crack whore. He didn’t care because at least he lived for free. He wondered how they got their bills paid; it wasn’t like he was paying them with the type of rent she collected.

At 6:00 exactly she came to the door with her soft tapping. She never missed an appointment. He opened the door, half expecting her come in something just a little bit decent. She did sort of, wearing a maid’s dress; she pressed him against the wall kicking the door shut. She proceeded to undress him and him undressing her, his hands against her breasts and her tongue in the back of her mouth. She proceeded to make short work of his clothes and pushed hi on the bed. She breathed a sigh of both pleasure and relief.

“You are on borrowed time, Rioroute.” she whispered sweetly in his ear; nipping at it gently.

“What, what do you mean?” he asked.

“Nothing is free, you see and this is surely not enough payment.” she said smiling.

Rioroute noticed her smile was different than normal. Were those fangs? Wait she was—

“Are you surprised Rioroute? You know what I am and it’s living proof that we do exist.” She smiled; a finger trailing down his neck. “Oh well at least I get to eat for free.”

“There is no way I’m letting you--” Rioroute replied, pushing her off.

“Well you see, fate is not determined by you but by time itself. Like a cat, she then pounced on him. She loved smelling the fear; playing with him. She was on top of him, lips touching lips and then her tongue licked his neck. Rioroute couldn’t help but smile, after all it did tickle.

“Ah but I have wasted too much time here.” She said biting just deep enough to pierce the skin. Crimson blood dripping from the two holes she had made, staining Rioroute’s white hair a rosy pink.

His face was white with fear but it slowly regained its color as he remembered to call his weapon Illusion’s Line to him. She bit again this time with the intent to finish the job as the staff took shape.

“Rioroute, your time is up.” she said with an evil smirk.