Get back the zing (Drac x reader)

I have to thank Drac in the morning!

My outfit hardly showed much skin and this was an advantage. My other colleagues got the kind of men that love outfits, which left nothing to the imagination. And their behavior was out of order; my boss had a lot of work to do, not to lose his best staff to such customers. Three of them were close to quit this job this night. As for me, I had the kinder type of men, treating me like a lady. Most of my colleagues were furious about that, giving me the death glare all night...Rita included. She told her friends, that I am protecting a pervert at home instead of her. Unfortunately, I wasn't aware of the rumors. Before I know it, time was passing by. Around 5 am at my break time, Anastasia called.

"N/A, we need a few more things from the butcher..." she began.

"I am listening" I said, getting pen and paper.

"Okay, we need an entire pig; two buckets of pigs blood, spare rips and at the bait and tackle shop you can get a bucket of maggots."

"Sounds disgusting" I said, feeling sick while writing it all down.

"The monsters wanted this to eat, as our guests we should grant their wishes."

"Fine, I see you later."

I canceled the call right before Rita arrived. She looked at me bored, as she inspected the list I was holding, "Eww, what the hell is that all for?"

"For the monsters...for breakfast" I didn't have to see her face, knowing that she couldn't care less. However, we both came to the bar in one car. We had to go to the shops together, before I drop her off at her friends. As long I do the last part, she didn't complain.

But it turned out to be a difficult task, as someone or something was stealing my regular clothes.

I couldn't possibly go into the shops, dressed up as a vampire. But this was the case at the end, for Rita, who was now in her normal clothes, grinned wide, "Isn't the morning bad for vampires...darling?"

"Don't you start Rita; I am in a bad mood now. Do you have anything to do with this?"

She gave me a hurtful look, promising me that she wasn't involved in this or even seen the one doing this. Starting an argument was not possible, as the light turned on the display, "Oh no, anything but that!" We hardly had any fuel. The next gas station was around the corner. "Rita, could you go in and pay?" I asked her, starting to refuel the car. "Why can't you, it is your car after all!" she whined, looking at her smart phone.

"I can't go in like this!" pointing at my outfit.

"We know the man behind the counter, he won't mind it. As long you pay!"

I swallowed hard, before entering the shop. The owner of the gas station was someone we had known since high school. He was already in his late 70s, but his attitude was that of a young man. I greeted him like I usually did...except without my fangs. The moment he heard my voice, he turned around...and froze. "Station 5 please...Mr. Butala, is something wrong?"

"....Stay away from me...monster!"

He grabbed the nearest bottle and smashed the end into pieces. I kept my distance, trying to calm him down, "Mr. Butala, it is me N/A. I just wanted to pay for my fuel." "I know what you want..." he said, his voice was trembling, "...you want my fuel."

"Since when do you have blood on station 5? I am not a vampire!"

"That is what you all say...pretending to be friendly and then...I...ah..." he stumbled now, holding his chest tight. "Oh no...Mr. Butala!" Too late, he fell to the floor. I dialed the number of the ambulance, placed the money on the counter and waited in the car. "What happened? You are paler than normal" said Rita surprised. For once, she actually showed a sign of concern for me.

"Mr Butala...he had a heart attack. Can you please go in a check on him?"

Before she could find an excuse I stopped her, "I don't want him to get another one, when he sees me again."

Once he was taking to the hospital, we drove to our next destination...the butcher. Next to it, was the bait and tackle shop. Again, Rita was not much help. She inspected my list, "Okay, I get the maggots."

Bang!

I glared at her, as she ran into the shop. If I wouldn't know any better, she is doing this deliberately! I had no choice. I grabbed the list and headed inside the store. The butcher looked at me confused, as I gave him my order. He turned his back on me mumbling something about youth these days' and 'what a tasteless joke'. I bet he meant my costume. Suddenly, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Anastasia here, where are you?"

"I am at the butchers. We had some complications at the gas station."

"Oh man, you are right sucker aren't you N/A?"

While she laughed on her side, I didn't feel like laughing.

The butcher turned towards me, "I got a pig ready for you...all fresh."

"That is wonderful..." I said to the man, before informing Anastasia about this.

"Oh can you get the blood fresh aswell?"

I asked the man, who gave me a nod, "Yep."

While the man prepared everything, Anastasia told me about the guests appetite.

"Aha...they love fresh blood...pigs blood tastes good?....aha....human blood is fatty?...I didn't know that...." Lost in the conversation, I didn't see the butcher taking his phone, calling someone.

It didn't take long, as two people came in...in uniform.

"Police, what is going on here?"

The butcher pointed at me, "She is sick, dressed up as a vampire...and ordering pig's blood to drink."

"Miss, will you please follow us?"

I felt incredibly uncomfortable now. How am I getting out of this?