Two doors down in a rundown two story brick home, there was something going on that wasn’t right. Noises that shouldn’t have been there. Moans, groans, screams, doors slamming, and many things that I couldn’t describe but didn’t scare me.
No one would walk past that house. If they did have to go that way, they would cross the street and discreetly look at the house from a distance. It seemed as if the house had a mind of its own. If it noticed that someone was walking past, the door would open and it felt like it was beckoning that person to come inside.
Animals that were seen going into the gated yard were never seen again. It was like they never existed. Several times the town council would hire some contractor to demolish the house and they would arrive with their equipment only to leave before ever getting out of their vehicles. When asked why, they either wouldn’t or couldn’t say.
I hadn’t been paying much attention to the house lately. I was busy giving my walls a fresh coat of paint. On about the third day of painting, I took a much needed break and decided to walk to the curb to check my mail. As usual there was a stack of it. I went to the kitchen, put the mail on the table and went straight to the coffee pot. Sitting at the table sipping my coffee, I put the cup down and started going through the mail. Bills in one pile, junk in another pile. I stopped when I got to one with ornate script. There was no return address and when I turned the letter over, it was sealed with red sealing wax. My heart started to race and I put the envelope down. This was silly I told myself. It’s just a letter. I picked it up and carefully opened it. There was a thick card inside and when I took it out, I could tell that the paper was very expensive. I started to read it when I suddenly got very emotional, it was an invitation to attend a dinner party tomorrow night at seven p.m. at the house two doors down.
Oh hell no…Oh hell yes! I was going. I had been trying to get up the nerve to go to that house for years and this was my chance. I wonder who else would be there. I got up from my chair and put the painting materials away. That was enough for today.
I slept fitfully that night, many dreams filled my head with things that normal people didn’t do. When I finally got up, I was surprised to see that it was ten o’clock. That didn’t leave me much time to plan. I already knew what I would wear. The dress was a lovely shade of red with a slit up one thigh and enough of a vee neck to show some cleavage. And of course I couldn’t forget the shoes. The heels were high enough to give you a nose bleed.
Going downstairs to make coffee I was surprised to see a single white rose on my kitchen table. It didn’t scare me at all, but filled me with anticipation. I sat and drank two cups of coffee while holding the rose. I told myself to eat something, but my stomach said otherwise. Finally it was time to get ready for the party.
Giving myself a once over in the mirror, and liking what I saw, I went down the steps and out to my porch. For some reason, I didn’t lock the door, didn’t take any keys or even my purse. I smiled as I walked toward the house that was two doors down. I walked through the gate and up the steps. The door opened before I could knock. It was dark inside and as I stepped in, I felt someone take my hand and close the door. Instead of being frightened, I felt oddly excited. Whatever was going to happen, I was ready for it.
The darkness filled the inside with only a few candles lit here and there. I looked around the room and was very happy with what I saw. The decorations were very ornate and the furniture was antique but beautiful. Hearing footsteps, I turned and saw a man in a cloak. He was gorgeous! I was drawn to him and walked over to where he was standing.
I knew that his name was Vlad, and as he put his arms around me, he asked,”Verona, you know what this means don’t you?”
I looked straight into his eyes and I said, “My job will be to entice victims for you and to serve you Vlad.”
“No Verona, I will hire someone to serve us. You will entice people for me and you will do it quite well. However, more than anything Verona, I want an heir.”
“I will be very happy to accommodate you Vlad.” she giggled.
He nodded his head and a smile came to his lips as he lowered his mouth to her neck. She felt a sharp prick and immediately felt a change come over her. Verona smiled at Vlad and they knew that they would be very happy for a least the next hundred years or so.