The Porcelain Vampire

It was the summer of 2006.      It was a hot summer that year. Porcelain was working at a local department store, evening hours. The city she lived in at the time was very open about Paganism. Her workplace was understanding about her porphyria. Her coworkers nicknamed her the "vampire", but not discriminatingly. Porcelain didn't find it offensive at all.      One day, a customer came through her line while she was cashiering. Just an average day, except they asked when Pagan Pride was supposed to be, because they knew Porcelain was Pagan, for she wore her pentagram right out in the open. A man behind them overheard the conversation, but was quiet. For some reason, Porcelain felt the need to look over at them out of the corner of her eye, and got a chill. She just felt something was off about them. Later, one of her coworkers was joking with her on the sales floor, and used her nickname because the sun was particularly bright that day.  "no sun for the vampire