It was hard. He was the boss and head chef at a bistro in France. Dont get me wrong, it was a lovely place.

But the blood. He could faintly smell it. And oh my it drove him crazy..

Vincent was a vampire. A few others knew it. More so, the staff. After all, it was common to know what you were here. Everyone was a monster pf some sort..

And here you were. A werewolf. With large fluffy ears and a messily large tail, it made it obvious what you were. Not to mention the sharp teeth and claws. And, you tried to remain friendly. You really did. But people were often afraid of werewolves. It was common amongst many. From the stories..

Which is why you worked in the kitchen alongside Vincent and the others. Some of them were nervous around you still. And as much as it frustrated you, it couldn’t really be helped. You were known as a vicious creature.

~Today~

You were in the kitchen, cooking things and doing your usual, before Rody, a waiter, peeked through.

”They’d like to speak to the chef..” He mumbled, glancing to you.

Your ears twitched slightly, but you nodded and headed out.

During that, Vincent would watch you. It was your blood which smelled sweeter. It was you who was sweeter as a ‘monster’. He decided it was best to keep an eye on the situation. In case he needed to intervene..