He stood at the gate of a large mansion in an unlikely part of town. He checked the address again for what must have been the 6th time. He was in the right place. He walked through the large metal gates; the large gothic style mansion loomed over him as he wandered down the stone walkway towards the front entrance. He knocked on the front door, the knocker in the shape of a wolf head. He waited for a moment, but the door didn't open. As he went to knock again the door slowly creaked open, and a dark empty hall way stood before him.
He stood awkwardly for a moment, debating if he should just turn and leave now, not that he was scared. But as he finally decided to turn and leave a voice wafted down the hall. It was quiet and almost inaudible, but it seemed to drift right into his ear.
"Aren't you coming in dear boy?" Her taunting voice asked. "Or have you found another means of acquiring money? Perhaps robberies and murder suit you more than a normal job?" He could feel the annoyance in his body for her taunts turning into anger. He stalked down the dark hall that only became darker as the door closed behind him. He managed to make it to the end where an arch stood, behind it an orange glow. He walked through it and into a large room.
The room looked like a library turned throne room. Book cases lined walls, filled with scrolls and books and DVDs and videos. In the middle of the room were tables, some scattered with books, others held candles, emanating a dull light. The room was bright enough to see clearly, but not as bright as a normal library would be with artificial lights. Lastly where the two throne-like chairs, in one sat the women, today clad in a black dress, the top a tight button up corset, the bottom puffed out layers of lace. The man sat in the other chair; he wore a long black jacket buttoned up, the collar covering his neck, over black pants.
"He came master." She said in her sing-song voice.
"That he did mistress." He replied tonelessly.
"You came for the job?" She asked the boy.
"What else?" He replied, obviously annoyed, though she didn't seem to notice.
"Good." She said with a sweet but empty smile. "Now perhaps you should know the dangers of your new job as our butler." She smirked. "Are you prepared to risk your life?" Her voice was cold, and a wind blew as the candles flicked out.
Suddenly he felt a stab to his neck, the sudden pain forced out a yelp. He tried to force away his attacker, but in the now pitch black room he couldn't manage to connect with any of his punches. He flailed until he felt a sucking at his neck. He grabbed for whatever was latched to him, but when he finally came in contact with hair something wrenched his arms away and held them to his sides. Again he struggled, but was not strong enough to pull away. Soon he felt dizzy, he felt the sucking continue, realizing it was his blood that was being pulled from him. He felt his body weaken and finally go limp. Before he was completely unconscious he felt the teeth being pulled away from his neck, and arms laying him down on the floor gently. He died.
