Death always hated vampires. With them being immortal and all, well she finds it very frustrating. Especially when a certain vampire boy keeps bugging her every time she does her job. 'I mean hello?! Being Death is never really rainbows, butterflies and sunshine that's Bubbles forte!'
The green-eyed girl huffed in annoyance as she heard an irritatingly annoying voice calling her name.
"Hey, Buttercup!" he called again not really quite sure if she heard him from the first time.
She tried her best to ignore the lad and just concentrate on the target below her. Keyword, tried.
'Hmmm… Ms. Ima Goodlady, obviously female. Age 41,but appears younger due to massive amounts of make-up that she slaps on her face. She works as a stri-'
"pssst…BC !" she groaned in annoyance.
'She works as a strip-
"BC!" 'Damn it!'
"WHAT!" she finally looked towards his direction with eyes filled of fury.
The vampire couldn't help but smirk at her annoyance because he was sadistic like that.
"When you're done with stalking unsuspecting preys, wh-
"how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not stalking them! It's part of my job to observe them in order to determ-" she felt a pair of lips on her soft ones.
"Well call it whatever helps you sleep at night," he smirked, "any whoo~ how about I take you out tonight."
She was about to answer him a very loud 'NO' but he didn't let her because after all, it wasn't a question in a first place.
"Okay, Butter-cheeks, see you at 12 a.m."
And with that he was gone, leaving a very annoyed Death girl and an almost forgotten job order.
I guess, Ms. Ima Goodlady is one lucky girl for dodging death like a boss and she has Brick the Vampire's raging hormones to thank for that.
A senseless drabble just to help me sleep