Living in Staten Island is something else. I guess, being apart from being the person in your family to move out and make a name for herself I guess.

Nothing like being apart of a film crew who oversees vampires in the middle of the night. "Alright, that's a wrap!" yelled the producer. Everyone gets ready to leave and head home, while I prepare to the one place I hate the most.

I stare at the time.

3:00 pm

Nothing really seems...okay to me. God, how do I describe this? Ever since I started to work with the film crew, it somehow made me more aware.

Aware that, in a sense, humans are numb to the fact that actual monsters are living in the same houses, or streets near the neighborhood, being with them, living their daily lives in peace without the government finding out. The crew has a lot of connections, and we all mostly agree to keep quiet since working on the documentary series gives us money.

I head into my apartment complex.

Home sweet...

Has this place even felt like home? I've been living here for a while now, and this place looks the same when I first moved in. Honestly, I thought NYC was going to the best place to live in, from what my friends told me. I think they were talking about Brooklyn, not other areas near to NYC.

Whatever, I should get some sleep before my classes start.

I'm still in college. I've been working toward at least a diploma in Cinematography, and I promised my mother that I'll win the Oscar one day. Never thought that winning a Oscar took one year and a bunch of producers hustling you around.

I slipped into my bed after changing into more comfy clothes, surround by my many treasured figures and posters. Just like high school, except less things dumb things to worry about...

After College: 8:00 PM

College can be both boring and interesting, which means it can be quite a headache, and a blessing. I always never needed to finish up my work because I really use my time wisely. I prepare some Vietnamese Coffee for the time being since, working at night has it perks. I scroll Twitter for the latest news, particularly for anything good to talk about with the crewmates that I work with-

"Huh?" I checked the headline once more.

HOLY CRAP. I thought this anime would never get a second season. It's been a few years since it was airing on Kissanime. I mean, it didn't age well, that's for certain. I grab my bag and headed off to work, which is surprising a few minutes away from the apartment. Walking isn't much of a big deal since I get to see the bright moon. Plus, less people are around.

God, this is the reason that vampires come out at night, right?

As I head into the mansion, the staircase greets me with the crew scattered around the mansion, getting prepared with taping one of the interview segments with the married couple. I forgot their names, though...

I placed my coffee on a table in a room meant for crew members only. The only person in charge, and to be honest, the only person can really control the people here, is the only human in the mansion that keeps everything here under control, Guillermo.

Then there is Colin Robertson, who just blends into the background to be quite honest, and this really tall guy, who Guillermo serves as a servant. I'm aware that the official term is "familiar", but I really don't-

"Hey! You're just in time!"

The main directors came up to me. "We were just shooting some interview segments with some of the main cast, could you just help with the audio?"

My response is boring as ever.

"Sure." God do I ever feel pathetic for saying simple phases like "Yeah." "Fine." Can I just not be submissive for once? After a few months working here, I thought...somebody will be my friend around here. Really, it just seems like everyone interacts with the same people. Or entirely, they seem focused on the documentary entirely, and don't even bother to get to know anyone-

CRASH! A faint glitching could be heard from the mansion, with the birds flying overhead avoiding whatever crashed landed. "Gizmo, was that you?" said the vampire husband. The wife exclaimed: "It better not be him. I think that was Nandor trying to remove the cursed emails from Guillermo's light box."

Roughly, most of the crew were discussing whether to investigate the noise or carry on with the interview. "Should we check.." "It's nothin, probably just a animal..." "Maybe someone decided to drive hom-"

"I'll go check it out."

I would have said that before the producer bumped in and just told us to keep filming. The producers seems to always to be here, but not the director.

Which is odd, since some of the crew told me that the director used to be here most of the time, but currently, they seem busy with other stuff. That's all the crew knows so far, since the director stopped coming in September.

I came on board on around October, due to the fact that some of crew members may have been injured or...died. I sometimes think about the horror stories that the crew members told me, like how two people were left on a island on accident, one of the sound techs got killed, and so, on. I mean, this part time job was just one thing I needed to pay my rent.

As soon as I head toward the door, a music tone plays from my work phone.

Crapcrapcrapcrap, not now, not now! I pulled my work phone, which is a flip phone, and I quickly exit out of the mansion (no one cared at all)

As I got out, I checked the number.

...Do I recognize this person?

Great, I just panicked for a scam number or a voicemail. I take a few breathers, which didn't help at all, but then the phone magically picked up again. I was about to move on and blocking the number, until the phone picked up the call by itself.

"Hello." The voice that greeted me was a soft gentle tone. Almost like a employee at one of those fancy massage places. "Why do you have my number?" I get straight right to the answer.

Wait.

"Goodbye." I end the call.

Why should I even answer the person on the phone in the first place? Honestly, it's their fault for making me panic. I went back inside and told everyone that it was just a faulty streetlight, and everyone believe it.

Work ends: 3:50 AM

The vampire couple wanted to visit a old friend. I would like to say that it was the most scariest, yet potentially...depressing experience I had on this set.

Yeah, maybe getting threatened by a bunch of vampire slayers scared the living shit of me, but I do have to thank the couple for saving us in the end.

Walking home doesn't seem interesting. Yeah, drunk people slop around, and at least try to head home. That's stuff always funny. A man, who had a few pints, seems to forgot his pants, and is on the ground, next to his car. A bunch of women, around middle age, all try to help each other in going into their Uber rides, while very intoxicated.

All but, at least one of them is at least leading them, since in particularly, she didn't drink at all.

You see, small things like that is what makes this town alive-

BANG!

Okay, like I said-

CLANG! BAM! The sound of tin clanging crossed over with giggling laughter. Another way to lighten up my night.

I looked over and saw some teen girls hitting and kicking...something. They had their phones out and one of them was hitting her vape. They all kept on laughing, having a great time beating up...whatever that was.

All of them were at the back of an alleyway of a dumpster. That dumpster was right beside a bar, which that bar was right beside a store that had a sign that said: "Opening Soon."

They all had garbage bags with them, for some weird reason.

A whirring sound could be heard, with some faint robotic sounds. I mean, that's what I heard, but no one else could hear it. (Or maybe they just didn't care...) All of the girls walked away from the object, getting bored with it. I watched as they turned off their phones and walked with their friends to where ever they came from. Strange, thought at least they would have damaged hard enough to kill it.

I look around my surroundings. It's really empty and lonely, with cars parked near bars, people closing up, off to home or to work this early.

I can still hear the weird sounds coming from the dumpster.

BZZZZZZ...

As I walked closer to the dumpster, a painful headache comes all over my head.

I physically winced and hold my forehead in my hand, clenching it, still walking forward to that dumpster.

When I reached the dumpster, my eyes and mind froze completely.

A fairly blond girl with short hair, eyes that were bluer than the beach sea, her body damaged, her outer shell of what I think to be her legs, seemed to be cracked and brutally dented.

I looked at her face as her uttered glitched out voice said:

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