I heard the bell ring out as I swung open then door. I walked past the counter and the worker behind it, heading towards the drinks.

"Hey Greg," a raspy voice called out behind me. "Hows it going?"

"Oh same old stuff, nothing new going on. How about you?" I grabbed a soda, swiftly shutting the door to the cooler. "You're still on the night shift clearly" I turned around, my eyes taking in pale skin and black eyes.

"Well it's been my shift for the last couple of years I doubt they'll take it anytime soon." He glanced down at his hands. He didn't even look thirty so working 50 let alone 15 sounded unlikely.

"That's true" I said with a smile. I watched his tense body relax, with a smug look on his face. He was so sure in hi disguise I couldn't bare to tell him and I'm knew others felt the same. I put the bottle down, careful to avoid touching him, remembering another time when I accidentally had. He was cold and dry, an other worldly feeling had enveloped me when our skin brushed. His hand had a leathery texture that just didn't sit right with me.

"What are you doing out so late?" He glanced at me as he scanned the drink.

"Is it really that late?" I asked glancing the clock on my phone. 11:46 pm it read. "Oh I suppose it is getting dark" I looked at some of the items around me, picking up a chocolate bar, tossing it on the counter.

"Look at that, 8 dollars exactly" the voice repeated with little excitement. I placed a 10 on the counter and watched as his grey bony hands slid it off the counter and placed it into the register. He pulled 2 dollars out of the slot next to it and let it fall in front of me. I grabbed it, the bill had a crisp chill to it.

He slid the register closed with a clink and glanced up at me.

"I heard someone went missing recently, they were last spotted just down the road." I watched him tense a little, looking back down at his hands. "Oh"

"Well I'd better get home then, stay safe okay"

"Yea...sleep well, don't let the bed bugs bite" He emphasize the last word, sending a chill down my spine.

"R-right" I left the building, the feeling I was being watched not leaving me. I felt eyes drilling into my neck, burning holes. Almost painful, two small dots on the naps of my neck. No, it was painful, and it was burning. I felt those deadly cold hands wrap around my shoulders. Something stabbed into my neck. At first it burned as the venom flooded my body, then the pain faded, all my senses along with it. Maybe we shouldn't have been so nice to the vampire that had taken a liking to our little town.