Sitting on a bench late in the evening, on the streets of London. That all too strange yet familiar sensation comes over me. One I had since I was sixteen. I was bicycling in a park went a bright light blinded me causing me to fall. It was a warm, comforting feeling yet my head pounded. In the direction of the light, a voice spoke, "Get up Anastasis, get up! Soon you will understand daughter, what you must do. When the change starts, I know you'll be scared, but know I am here. You may be his last chance!" That voice, those words echoed in my head. It wasn't till I was eighteen that I finally understood those words, and would hear them again. I never told anyone for fear of being insane, but I knew I wasn't. I am twenty-one now, had three years to accept and understand what I am and what little I was informed of my divine mission.
That same warmth filled me as I let the feeling guide me, 'Find the Vampire" it sang. Getting up, strolled to the newspaper on the ground and opened it to the personal advertisement. Looking over it, one, in particular, in particular, caught my eye.
Carfax Antiquities-
Janitor Needed
That can't be it, t is too obvious. Think to myself I crumbled the paper only to get a cut. A small drop of blood landed on the still-readable words.
Please contact Matthew..."Van Helsing," I whispered aloud in amazement. Perhaps I was that obvious, so clear that it appeared a joke to mock me. Writing the number down on my arm, then disposed of the newspaper making sure it was clean of my blood. I carefully checked my surroundings as I removed my jacket to make sure one was around. Bones in my back started breaking and reshaping to large brown wings. Flying off into the night sky.
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I was back at my hotel and made sure my wings had returned to the feathered bumps on my back. Careful never to leave my wings out unless I was flying. Not just because they could be too easily seen, but because their size made it hard to walk around enclosed spaces. This hotel room in particular would not be accommodating.
I waited till morning to call the number since the Abbey wasn't likely to open till then. The phone was answered by Mr. Van Helsing's secretary, a woman by the name of Solina. "I am calling regarding the newspaper advertisement for the janitor position."
"Ah, yes. I just have a few quick questions to ask then we will go from there. Start with your full name and age please."
"Anastasis Ritenfield," I made sure to spell it since no one can do so with success, "and I am twenty-one."
"Thank you...and do you have any prior janitorial, housekeeper, or other related experience?"
"Other than my own home, I do not have any professional experience. However, I do have an eye for detail which comes in handy when I clean."
"Okay. If you can come in for a short in-person interview at nine o'clock Ms. Ritenfield, please bring a resume and remember, this is only an interview. You have not gotten the job, at least not yet."
It made me laugh to think someone might have walked in assuming otherwise for her to need to point out that it was only an interview, "I understand, nine is perfect."