Patty inhaled through her nose and exhaled through pursed lips, attempting to slow her out-of-control breathing. When she looked up she was surprised to see two striking men standing on the other side of the dungeon bars. She was expecting a ghoul with fanged teeth and long crooked fingers, but instead, standing before her in a dim light cast from a hole from somewhere above, were a pair of gentlemen who looked like royal princes from a bygone era. Clad not only in black but in scarlet velvet and golden lace, they obviously belonged to the privileged class. One with long dark hair falling over his shoulders and the other with wavy blonde locks tied in the back, they looked well cared for.
Patty could not believe she was looking at well-groomed vampires. As normal as they appeared, they must have been human at one time, having become vampires long ago. But they were still alive. No, not alive, walking corpses.
“Did you bring the bloater here, Gustave?” asked the one with the long dark hair. He crossed an arm over his chest and put a hand to his chin.
“Draven, you know better than that,” Gustave said. “She’s a bunter from the manor house. The others caught her sneaking around like a thief so they brought her here.”
“Who are you?” Patty said through labored breaths.
“Who do you think we are?” Draven replied.
Patty was unsure what to say and did not want to play his game. “I think you’re going to jail.”
“Exactly how is that going to happen? You are in there and we are out here.”
Patty began to hyperventilate. She hated their obvious disdain for her.
“She is sick, there’s something wrong with her.” Gustave tilted his head in contemplation.
“You are correct. She is not fit for Count Moldovan.”
“We can give her to the others. It would make them happy.”
“What?” Any control Patty was gaining over her breathing was being overtaken with panic. “You’re not giving me to anybody. Just get me out of here.”
“We will need more. The count will be famished from his long voyage.”
“We will get more.”
“I will finish off that one there.” Draven gave a nod toward the whimpering lovely young lady to Patty’s right. “She will be unacceptable for the count’s celebration. Her blood is not replenishing and life will soon leave her.”
“I will send the others to get her for you, Draven.”
“Make sure they give nourishment to the other two. Their vessels need to be full.”
As Draven and Gustave began walking away, Patty started screaming. Gustave stopped and turned to look at her.
“Stop screaming,” he said.
Patty could not help herself; she was out of control.
“Summon the others immediately for the feeding,” Draven said. “I will be in my chamber.”
They walked away.
When the vampires left the dungeon, Patty went back to pursed lip breathing. She looked at the woman who had remained silent during the vampires’ visit. “Are they going to kill me?”
The woman looked at Patty’s scuffed white shoes and then at her eyes, opened wide with fear. “Make your peace with God.”