The brat is doing it on purpose. I can feel it. He's only taken clients that have blond hair. He'll make an exception if they have blue eyes. It doesn't matter. 

What matters is he knows. He knows I'm here and watching. Normally, this wouldn't bother me, but this situation is anything but normal.

I watch with blood boiling as he smirks at his newest client. Trails a finger down their chest. Speaks low and breathily, luring the client into a blissful state of ignorance.

Then his real work begins. His hands trail slowly. The clothing disappearing. Looks like this guy paid for the whole package. The brat's stockings never leave his legs. I sometimes wonder if they're tattoos.

Once their clothes are removed, he moves even slower. The anticipation building up for everyone involved.

Sickeningly, I know his routine by heart. He rarely strays. First, a hand job. Just enough to get the client begging and completely under his control. His eyes start glowing at this point. It's not much, just a dull little light. The client is too fucked out to even realize.

Next, depending on what the client purchased, he either sucks them off, rides them, or lets them fuck him into the bed. They all look blissful. Just before the client finishes, his fangs pierce their artery. If the client thought they were in bliss before, they got another thing coming.

I hear a bite of a vampire takes you beyond cloud 9. Your senses fill with so much pleasure you actually pass out. Your body sings for hours after the encounter. It's how he keeps them coming back. They get addicted to the nirvana he provides.

I want to be addicted to it.

And fuck off about how I'm an angel and need to remain 'pure'. Angels don't need to be pure, we just need to do our jobs.

From my perch, I hear the lucky bastard whimper and the little vamp glares up at them. His eyes then turn to where I'm hidden and my breath catches in my throat. With a sultry smirk, he continues his job. His eyes trained on me the whole time.