Apprentice of a Vampire Queen

I thought I'd have a good life after I graduated two weeks ago. I mean, who wouldn't after placing first in my class?

Yeah, the last year I pretty much threw away my social life in order tostudy. Honestly, I'd never taken anything seriously, but certain circumstances had me to make sure I was in the right position to get a good paying job.

And what were these circumstances exactly? Well, for one, I wanted to get paid! But yeah, I'd say my parents disowning me for never putting enough effort into what I do, or some such junk, had a big role in my change.

So, yeah, here I was. Sitting in my apartment waiting for my phone to ring. I'd been going to interviews the entire week, and about half of them would call me today if I got the job.

One of them in particular stood out for me, because it was a paid internship! I'd be getting $5000, if I saved, I could actually live comfortably for a couple months after it ended. Then I could find a real job knowing I won't starve to .

My phone started to ring shortly after, and it seemed like I got into two highly sought after internships, I thanked them for the opportunity but reserved the right to decline just in case. And the it came, the call I was waiting for. I tried not to let my excitement creep into my voice and just acted professional.

After that I said fuck it and decided it was finally safe to party! Life was great, I was happy, nothing could go wrong from here.

So, that night I went to club Chubby. Despite what it's name implies, it's probably not what you think. See the owner is an old friend of mine, called Chubby, and seeing as it's his club he wanted his name on it.

As soon as I walked in, music blasted through my ears, being so isolated this last year must have made them sensitive to the loud music again. But never the less, I pushed through the crowd, even dancing a little with a few drunk woman, but finally made it to the V.I.P section.

Before I could enter though, a huge guy put his arm in front of me, I looked up and he shouted over the music, "You're not on the list!"

I was shocked for a moment, because I should have been, seeing as me and chubby go way back. I shouted back, "Obviously, I'm on the list!"

The bouncer looked annoyed for a second, and was probably about to push me away, when a drunk girl came stumbling through the door. I caught a glimpse of Chubby getting a lap dance, and he saw me too. "Hey, Mike, let that shut in bastard through yeah!!"

I smirked at the bouncer, "Told you I was on the list."

I walked through the door, and my nose was assaulted by the smell of booze, smoke, and sex but at least it was quiet. I walked up to Chubby with my arms wide, knowing that he'd want a hug, "Hey, Chubby!"

Chubby got a big grin, threw the girl who was giving him a lap danceof, stood up and gave me a big bear hug. "John, you bastard! I haven't seen you in over a year!"

After that we started drinking, aftermidnight I didn't really know what was happening any more. I might have had sex? Might have danced on the table with a couple of women, might have fallen couple times.

But as I was sitting in the back seat of a taxi, I was glad I had enough forethought to have called one... Or did Chubby do it?

"Hey, driver, jhit I cawl jhou? O my fwend?"

The driver looked back at me with an amused look and simply said, "I don't know buddy, but you're home, just make sure you go in safe. I've already been paid."

I gave him a thumbs up, stumbled out of the car and tried to walk in a straight line up to my apartment. The stairs were quite the challenge, but I couldn't remember where the elevator was so I struggled one step at a time.

When I got in front of my door, all wanted to do was fall flat on my face and pass out. I powered through though and got through the door, closed it and made my way over to the emergency beanbag chair designed for these situations.

I fell on it with intentions to pass out and wake up with a headache. That is until I heard a woman's voice say, "How rude, don't you even greet your guests Mister John."