With pitch black circle sunglasses on conceal my sluggish eyes from the public, my dark locks frizzing outwards like a mad scientist and the same clothes on from last night, I might as well be one of the homeless people in their rags sitting outside who I have to remove every so often for business purposes.
I can feel my eyes drooping to a close, the darkness nearing ever so close once more. The darkness is where I feel most comfortable with only the stars above guiding me. The daytime and I don't have such a favourable friendship, the night will always be mine to explore.
During the night I can be who I desired to be: Sierra Frog, the wild girl and companion of the defies of the twilight. Whereas, Day Sierra Frog is that girl who works at the run down comic store, that girl who babysits her immature little brothers, and that girl who has no liberty or amusements in her life because her parents are futile.
My eyes at last have drawn to a close, with my only surroundings being the blackness I idolize and the soundless bubblegum pop music dissolving into the background.
A bang on the desk extridites me from my tranquilizing nap. The music has turned from practically silent to a deafening bass, and those dark colours I lust for transfigure into the bright colours of day.
I shoot upright from my relaxing slouch on the desk into a straightened posture as quick as a bolt of lightning. Squinting my eyes, I attempt to defend myself from the filtered light bulbs glistening around the store, reflecting off the make-believe comics with their heroes and villains dating back to twenty to thirty years ago - The 1960's when stores like this were more popular and flourishing with excitable comic fans.
However, in 1987, the Frog comic store is the opposite with only the occasional customer. It does not bother me though, as it ensures a sense of serenity for my Daytime alter ego.
"You still haven't answered our question, Sierra" Edgar interrogates, his eyes equal with mine. It reminds me of a police interview, what with his deductive logic, insistency, and trying to always corner the suspect in a blemish of their own deceptions they have fabricated. In this case though, there are no lies to tell.
The guys are most definitely not vampires; in fact, no one on the earth is a vampire! Being childish is a component in Edgar and Alan's personalities, much to my cheerless dislike.
"Go away, freaks, you're boring me" I mutter, returning to my comforting stance of my head settling down on the dust infected desk. I don't care if there is a thin layer of unattractive dust though. I've only had what seemed like five minutes of sleep. I sip some of the bitter, glacial espresso Edgar had purchased for me previously, tasting the thrill of finely grounded coffee beans dancing on my tongue, hoping it will stir me a little.
"Hey! That's vampire slaying freaks to you, missy! Now come on, we've got customers coming in!" Alan warns me in a low voice.
I unbend my back with a dissatisfied groan, opening my empty eyes filled with boredom and an icy blue colour, conceiving the Daytime Sierra I loath.
My semi conscious eyes can see Edgar and Alan chatting to a young boy with blonde hair who is outfitting an unfashionable oversized Hawaiian shirt with a regular white vest underneath along with baggy jeans. Edgar and Alan are eyeing him up, displeased with his fashion choices. If I was standing next to them, I would be doing the same.
The amazing thing about these sunglasses is that no one can see my eyes. That's why I always tend to accessorize them at work so I can hide my sorrow of being chained to the role of the doting parent who is really a sister. I glance at the clock, the ticking of the seconds torturing me as it is only two o'clock.
There are six whole more hours of this emotionally draining labour. I let out an exasperated sigh and checked the clock again, only thirty lengthy seconds have passed when really it seems like an eternity of centuries repeating themselves. I allow my eyes to scan the room lazily. There is only the company of Edgar, Alan, the unfashionable client and the fictitious characters from the comic books.
"Don't fall asleep with excitement there" a sudden husky voice chuckles. My body twists around to see a tall, muscular figure modelling mysterious secrets with his lower arm resting on the counter.
Wearing half-moon black sunglasses that disguises the true identity of his eyes and grey shirt showing off his firm robust torso, his hair curls in a medium brown hue with not a single lock of hair out of place and his skin is flawless, I can't believe what my eyes are seeing. As my cloaked eyes drift up this perfect sculpture, I see his pink lips smiling, somehow making my heart flutter like butterflies. His lips are parting into an astonishing smile with his teeth radiating in the electronic light. I arch both the sides of my rosy lips revealing my pearly white teeth, giggling at his joke.
"Like that would be possible here!" I titter ignoring Edgar and Alan watching us, focusing on this swarthy man who had arrived to me only a matter of seconds ago. The mystery guy laughs heartily, probably in agreement.
This job standing behind a desk for hours on end wasn't the most fun thing I can think to do with my day. I don't see why I do it, it's not like the store is crawling with people desperate to get the latest issue of Batman.
"Yeah, it doesn't seem too possible in all honesty" he sighs like he could feel my pain "I mean, I wouldn't be able to sleep with comic book characters watching me.
I giggle once again, trying not to do it hysterically. It is definitely possible though with the lack of humans entering and exiting every day. The place might as well be a haunted house the way people tend to avoid it. I don't blame them, I would avoid what with the unusual family consisting of the two pot loving hippies, two male so-called vampire slayers, the teenager acting as an adult and the invisible one whose track record of playing hide and seek without being found is three years but had the slight possibility of being beyond the living. The guy unlocks his mouth from that dashing smile and opens his mouth to speak.
"Stop flirting with the hot chick, Mike!" the younger guy calls, waiting in the doorway to depart with a comic being held in his hand. Edgar and Alan snap their heads so they can glare at the boy.
"Hey! Our sister isn't hot, buddy" Edgar growls, going to snatch the comic off of the blonde haired boy. "Well, she is hot... erm... she appeals to the older... What I mean is, she's hot but because we're her brothers, she isn't! Shit, I need to stop speaking" Alan pats Edgar gently on the back, consoling him.
Shock erupts in my body, did we really sell something? Once I read the title of it, realization comes over quick as grey clouds arriving before a storm, that Edgar and Alan were promoting their freak show, handing out handbooks of how defeat a vampire. Well, that's one customer never going to be returning. The man opposite me exhales in one sharp, long breath.
The boy standing in the entrance and exit, raises his eyebrow at my brothers who are still fuming from their older sister being welcomed with a compliment.
"Er, okay? Come on, let's go! Mom's gonna kill us if we don't get moving, and frankly, Mr. Weightlifter of Phoenix, I don't wanna be killed just yet!" Edgar and Alan mumble something to the frantic boy, hopefully they aren't torturing him with their infantile beliefs. The man tuts, and though I cannot see him do so, he rolls his eyes.
"It was nice meeting you" he smiles uplifting one corner of mouth before leaving with the younger boy.
"Nice meeting you too" I murmur to myself; I am isolated again with only the acquaintanceship of the ticking clock I could quite easily throw out the window with its enraging sound.
Hey guys! The next chapter might take a little longer to upload as I'm on holiday starting tomorrow. Hope you enjoyed the last three chapter. Feel free to let me know what you think of the story so far and your views on what you would like to happen next! Thanks for reading by the way! x