You remembered falling asleep in your house. So why had you woken up in the new church halfway across town from your house? And why were there other girls your age around here? You looked around nervously, hands folded in your lap. Most of the girls wore hardly anything but skimpy nightgowns, or really low cut tee shirts and booty shorts. Meanwhile, you wore a long sleeved black shirt and plaid pants. One of the girls, you noticed, looked like she had been taken from her bed after a lustful night. With a shudder, you turned your (e/c) gaze away from that one.
No one spoke or moved. They were all too scared. Who thought a church could be scary, anyways? The idea was near unthinkable. That's when the voice spoke, dark, melodious, and gentle at the same time.
"Greetings, ladies." That accent sounded almost completely gone, but you recognized it anyways. But how did you recognize it? Too many questions were running through your mind. The voice went on:
"Now, my dears, I would suggest that you don't scream. It will make this easier for me, and will also make it quicker for you. Now, come to me. I need a volunteer." There was a pause. "Alyssa Lincoln. Come here."
The girl you had noticed earlier, who looked like she'd been awoken from having sex, stood up slowly, shaking in nervousness, and slowly walking through the congregation doors, which shut behind her. The windows behind you and the other girls on her side of the hallway allowed them to sneak a peek over their shoulders. It was then that you had to stifle a gasp.
Alyssa had been drawn into the strong arms of a man, black hair slicked back, golden yellow eyes twinkling in triumph. He wore an old fashioned outfit, complete with cape, which is what made her realize why that voice had sounded so familiar.
Holy shit it's Dracula. Your mind briefly thought.
After holding Alyssa for a few moments, apparently whispering something in her ear, he lowered his head, appearing to kiss her on the neck. But you knew otherwise, especially when her body collapsed in a soft thump to the floor. He licked the blood from his lips, then wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve. You quickly turned her gaze away, his yellow eyes meeting your own peeping (e/c) ones for a moment. Then his voice came again, calling forward another girl. And then another.
This went on for a while, and near the end is when he called out to you. You rose bravely instead of cowardly like the others had, and stepped onto the carpeted floor of the congregation, doors shutting slowly behind you.
Standing up near the altar, Dracula held out one hand to you. With a slow approach, you took it, feeling the cold metal of a ring on his index finger. After pulling you up onto the altar stairs, he stroked your hair gently.
"You don't have anything to fear." He said softly, and you shivered. Whenever you had watched any vampire movies, they always made you blush, especially when they were like this. "It'll only hurt for a moment."
"Actually, if I may speak, my dear count." You inputed politely, trying to not be rude to him. His eyes widened slightly, but he gave you a slight nod, which you took as permission to do so. "If you wouldn't mind me saying, I'm not like the rest of those girls. I know who you are, and if it's not too bold, I would like to ask if I could maybe become a vampire and serve you." You blushed slightly. "If it's, y'know, alright to ask you."
Dracula looked like he was taken aback by this statement, especially from one girl so young. "You would rather become a vampire and serve me than live out the rest of your life as a human, only touched by me once?"
You gave a tiny nod. "Yes. If anything, being a human's not all it's cracked up to be."
"... Very well." He replied, then smirked slightly. "Don't worry, miss (y/n). As I said, it will only hurt for a moment."
That's when he drew you into his arms, putting you against his chest in a strong hold. You felt his breath against your neck, and you shuddered, knowing what was coming. And then, came the needle like jab to your neck, and you winced. His tongue swerved expertly around the patch of skin his mouth covered on you, probably to keep any excess blood from spilling past him and ruining your clothes. You bit your lip and clutched onto his cravat, now trying to calm herself down rather than to worry about the pain in your neck.
As you felt him slip his fangs out of your neck, you heard him chuckle slightly.
"You are quite the funny little human, my dear (y/n)." He breathed against your neck. You bit your lip harder, and that's when you passed out.