Wake up!! That's all I heard as I jumped up from my bed. My roommate was standing at my door yelling at me to get up. "Liv your going to be late...again". I looked at Sam with such hatred for scaring me that he backed out of my room in a blur.
I looked at the clock and I was indeed very late...again. my boss was going to kill me. I got dressed as fast as i could in my uniform and ran out the door. Got to work in record time. But was still late, figures I would be late even on my last day. " Hey boss I'm so so very sorry" I said with the biggest smile I could give her. "Liv it wouldn't be a work day with out you being late".She laughed with a little smirk. "Now get out there and serve them weird people their drinks". As she pushed me out the employee door to the dance floor.
I'm a server at a club in Las Vegas, Nv. It's a hole in the wall place no where near the world famous strip. And that's for a good reason it's a club for the supernatural. You know, witches vampires, werewolves, and zombies. That's just some of our normal clients. Oh by the way I'm Liv, Liv Ingdead. Yeah I know my name is stupid but that's what happens when you let your jokester of a friend give you your new name after u became a vampire. Sam is such an asshole sometimes.
So your probably asking yourself why is this my last day at this job. Well that would be that we have just opened a new club right outside of Atlanta , ga. Yeah I know, total culture shock. But this is a good thing it is my club, all mine. Beth helped me to open it, and Georgia is the only other state where it's legal to live as a super without having to be regulated by humans. We are still regulated and watched after but by laws made and enforced by our own kind.
My last night went off with out any problems said goodbyes to all my regulars and staff members. Went home to pack the rest of my place and hung out with Sam before we had to leave the next night. But s ok nothing felt way off as I went to sleep that morning. Kinda like someone of thing was waiting for me.Thats just ridicules I'm the thing that goes bump in the night. I drift off to sleep with a little unease.
LIV my name is yelled from far away. LIV, again I hear it but I cant see where it's coming from. Next thing I know I'm being pulled through the ground. Scream and clawing at anything I can get my hands on. Further and further I go and there seems to be no end. All of a sudden I stop and I'm in a long hallway my name being called from in front of me. Walking cautiously forward I follow the voice until I come to a large red door.
"Come in Liv", a low gravelly voice says to me as I enter. There sits in a large room with black walls candle light and 2 large chairs a man to look about 25-30 years old well dressed in a Armani suit. "Can I help you", I say with more sass then I should since I'm in god knows where with god knows who. " Liv I need to ask you a favor" he said. "A favor? Dude who are you and where am I". He looks so surprised by my quiestions like no one has ever talked to him I this way before.
"I'm sorry let me start at the beginning my name is David I'm a demon and this is just a random conference room in hell". Oh ok just normal everyday stuff I think to my self but what I say is " WTF". Taking a deep breath I try to start again. "WTF" damn it, that's not what I want to say. " Ok David is it, why am I here and please talk slow my brain isn't handling this very well". He looks at me very cautiously at first then a big grin speads across his face in a unnatural way, like literally from ear to ear.
"Liv, I'm in desperate need of your help with a little situation that we down here are having and you" he says as he points at me with his long nailed finger " are the one to remedy".