My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 1: Boring Night Shift
The night shift was crowded, as always. Probably because the restaurant was just across from University X—ground zero for students desperate for coffee and survival.
It was a safe place for night owls and students who were basically the walking dead, cursed by the holy magic known as assignments.
The only way to survive? Never sleep and keep working. And pray the coffee doesn’t run out.
That’s what Seamus Danford thought as he watched another group of tired students walk into the restaurant, looking like zombies on their last leg.
He sighed and shook his head. He was a university student too, after all.
Pulling a notepad and pen from his pocket, he approached the table with a bright smile.
“What can I get for you tonight?”
“Black coffee, please ... Can you make it seven shots?”
“Ugh, something sweet. I need a sugar rush, man.”
“Lots, lots of sodas. Oh, and a chocolate cake would be nice.”
Seamus kept smiling. It was a family restaurant, not exactly built for vague, chaotic orders—but judging by the vacant stares and dark under-eyes of the customers, they’d probably eat cardboard if it came with caffeine or frosting.
He just nodded and headed back to the kitchen.
“The hell is that?” the chef grunted when he heard the order. “We’ve only got pancakes.”
“Pancakes covered with chocolate syrup should do.”
“Right ... Most of ‘em are half-dead anyway. Won’t know the difference.”
The chef turned to get started while Seamus took a moment to breathe, dropping onto a spare stool in the kitchen. A woman in her mid-thirties approached him, cracking open a can of soda before handing it to him.
“You need this, boy.”
“Thanks, Betty.” Seamus took the can gratefully, popping the tab and taking a long drink.
“Feel like you’re coming back to life, huh?” Betty smirked. “You know, you’re too young to waste your life working graveyard shifts in a sad little diner.”
“Go out, party, and meet some girls.”
Seamus laughed. “Nah. I already have a girlfriend.”
Betty shook her head dramatically. “What a shame. If I had a face like yours, I’d have an ego the size of Mount Everest.”
“I’m not that handsome. You’re just exaggerating.” He rubbed the back of his neck, flustered.
Though, if he was honest, she wasn’t entirely wrong.
He had short, jet-black hair, sharp green eyes, a strong jawline, and a pointed nose. The kind of face women liked, but too soft, too delicate for most men. He never fit in with those loud, macho guys full of testosterone.
“Maybe I’m exaggerating,” Betty said, elbowing him playfully as she grabbed the food to deliver. “But hey, you’re still a looker.”
Seamus gave a small smile, but her words echoed in his mind. Maybe she was right.
He should be out there enjoying life, clubbing, making mistakes, living out the cliché of reckless youth. Instead, he was working two jobs just to pay off his father’s debt and scrape through college.
Life was cruel like that. And even someone like him—someone who liked to think of himself as kind, decent, good—still got chewed up and spat out by the world.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, dragging him out of his thoughts. He pulled it out and scanned the messages.
[I need money. Lost again on those damned machines.]
[You think the owner’s cheating me? I won yesterday!!]
[Also, I met a hot woman. Damn, son, want a new mom?]
[Anyway, money. Tomorrow.]
Seamus rolled his eyes. “Drunk again.”
He loved his father. Really, he did. He was the only family he had left. But sometimes—God forgive him—he wished the man would just keel over in a dramatic accident or die doing something recklessly stupid.
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