I quickly finished the beer and threw it at the wall. For some reason I was always constantly angry and the sun burned my eyes more than they did before. I tried to ignore it, but every-time I looked up at it I got instantly irritated with it. I opened my fridge for another beer, but there was nothing in there except for food that my body often refused to eat. I slammed it shut and grabbed my sweater and sunglasses. Considering it was perfect weather I got dirty looks from some people as I walked in a sweater and sunglasses on. I arrived at Duke's and walked inside. Silence filled the room and I smiled to myself. "You'd think someone just died," I said walking up to the counter.
"Nice to see you, Alyson." Duke, the owner said. Duke never criticized me nor turned me away. He was a good friend to me. Yes, I considered him my friend. "I need the biggest case of beer that you sell," I said. "You know from 48 it went down to 36," he said.
"Why?" I asked out of pure curiosity and annoyance at whoever made it go down.
"The dang government," he said.
"I say forget the government," I said to him paying for the beer. He took the money and gave me my change. After Adam died the only person I truly smiled for was Duke. Duke was like a father or grandfather to me. Some of the ladies here made rumors that Duke and I were together which was preposterous since he was 60 and I was only 26. Duke went to the back to get my case of beer when the front door opened. A guy well dressed and fine as I don't know what walked inside. He walked over to the front bar and sat next to me. "It's a great day outside," he said not really directed to anyone, but I felt the need to respond. "Not for everyone," I said.
"I was making conversation," he said holding his hands up as if in a surrendering gesture.
"Whatever," I said.
"I'm Matt," he said lowering his hands for me to shake.
"Good for you. You know your name." I said.
"Do you have a name?" he asked.
"Here you go sunshine," Duke said with my beer in a bag.
"Thanks, Duke," I said taking the bag and hopping off the stool.
"Need help with that?" Matt asked just trying to be polite.
"I can handle it," I said picking the bag off the table as if it were a feather. Duke was over and done by being impressed with that move so he just shook his head and smiled.
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Train Me(Completed)
VampireAlyson Barkley is a cop who saw her father murdered at the age of 7. After she has accepted that her fathers case is closed deaths like her fathers begin to pop up. She knows who might have something to do with this, but she does nothing. When she d...
