"Would you like it as takeout ma'am?" I said kindly. The old woman, who was a regular customer at our shop named Kate's Bakery Shop, smiled at me and nodded. "Alright." I said, wrapping her blueberry birthday cake up nicely.

I hand it to her and smile broadly. "So today is your sons birthday?"

"Yes, dear. Thank you for the wonderful cake. And, I really do like your handwriting. The writing on top of the came seemed like calligraphy." She said, looking at me in admiration. I laugh nervously.

"Not at all. I'm still a rookie in this." I said. "Well then, please have a wonderful time. Hopefully this year will be a blast for your son ma'am."

"Thank you. Please excuse me."

I flex my neck, and continue with my cashier duties. I missed school today. What else could I do? Since I was too tired, I wouldn't focus on my lessons, fall asleep in class, or even give my tests or whatever wrong. I sigh, still tired. Yesterday after I went home, I had to edit a web page for a client. Freelancing duties are not as easy as it seems, so it took me 4 hours. If it was just a normal web page, then I could've finished faster, but this was filled with information and incorrect grammar. But the pay was good, so I don't complain.

After this part time job, I need to go to the part time job I have in a restaurant. Over there, I'm a cook, so it's way harder. I should try my best to rest here and relax.

The owner of this bakery shop was an old man in his 80s, and he was a kind man. I get to learn so much from him. The pay here is not as well as the restaurant, but it is perfect for me when I am trying to gain some energy. Yesterday I slept for only two hours, so obviously I am tired. I don't have family members, nor friends. All I do is work and study. It's very nerve wrecking and exhilarating.

Crying or complaining won't do anything.

The door of the shop opens, when yet another customer comes in. I smile my business smile, and give a slight bow.

"Welcome, sir."

He nodded, looking at the sweets with an intense glare. He had fiery red hair, and had an aura of authority. He looked like he was in his mid 30s. His clothes were made with brilliant materials, but it was a suit which was completely black. Shouldn't the shirt be white or something?

He was having trouble, so I went towards him and recommended some cakes. He shook his head.

"I don't need to know. Just give me a whole box of the best cakes you have." He said curtly.

"Yes, right away." I smiled and then chose our best cakes and packed them in a box.

He gave me £1000 bill, and told me to keep the change.

I just stare at him, dumbfounded. That's quite a sum. He took the box and started leaving.

"Have a pleasant day, sir." I said in a hurry. He nodded and opened the door. But he stopped abruptly. I raise my eyebrow, confused. He turned towards me, and I immediately plaster my business smile on my face.

"Is there anything else I can help you with sir?"

He came towards me, and narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

I tilt my head. "We are strictly advised to not give personal information to customers."

"Are you Eric Zhuravel's daughter?"

My eyes widen. "Why would you ask that sir?"

"So you are. Are you also a Vampire's Assistant then?" He said straightforwardly.

"I....." I struggle to find an answer. "I'm not. Was my father a vampire's assistant?"

"Yes. He was under me." He said. He takes out a business card from his pocket. "If you wish to know more about your father's work, then call me. I will answer immediately."

I hesitantly nod, and accept the business card.

His phone starts ringing. He takes out his phone and receives it. Nodding, he was walking out of the shop.

"Yes?.......... Oh! Master Kasimir...... Yes I am bringing the cakes........ I stumbled upon Eric's daug—"
And he stepped out of the shop. I couldn't hear what he said next.

I just stand there, still. Vampires. Vampires. Vampires.

That damned thing is everywhere.

Did my father serve a vampire? Why? Aren't vampires bad? Plus, aren't they planning an attack on us humans? Did my father actually die because of an accident?

Wait, he said my father was a 'vampire's assistant'. And that he was 'under him.'

Didn't he just basically tell me that he is a vampire?

I clench my fist. I have no idea what's going on. I need to relieve my stress somehow.

My phone buzzes, and an unknown number flashes on the screen. I frown, not in the mood for pranks. I ignore the call, and continue with my task, which was cleaning tables in the restaurant. My phone buzzes again, and I just pick it up in frustration.

"What?!" I said, my true self coming out.

"Um, this is Jane's number yes?"

That voice seemed familiar.

"Who?" I said, trying to calm down.

"I'm Kasimir, your History teacher."

"Huh?" I said. Wait, what? What? WHAT?!

How does he have my number?! Did I give it to him?

"As far as I remember, I specifically told you yesterday to come to school today. Why didn't you?"

"Erm. I had something to do..."

"A students duty is to study."

"Ugh fine. I was just tired. I'm sorry." I said, guilty and embarrassed. None of the teachers ever called me and scolded me for not going to school before.

"It's okay, but the lecture today was very important. I would like to meet up with you right now. Is it okay?"

"Huh?! Why?! I'm kind of busy at the moment. Can't we just finish the work when I'm in class?"

"No. I want to meet you now. Go to your nearest Starbucks. I'll be there in a bit."

And he abruptly kept the phone. How rude!

I guess I have no choice but to listen to that troublesome teacher.