two women

But I knew he was lying. He didn't love me, he only wanted to use me. He wanted my blood, my soul, my life. He wanted to turn me into a monster like him, a creature of darkness and evil. He wanted to make me his puppet, his toy, his prey. He wanted to destroy me.

I wondered why Leveille had brought me here, to this dark and ancient castle, where he said he had something important to show me. He was my friend, or so I thought, until he revealed his true nature to me. He was a vampire, one of the oldest and most powerful ones, and he had a sinister plan for me. He wanted me to join him, to become his companion, his lover, his eternal slave. He said he had chosen me because I was special, because I had something he needed. He said he would make me immortal, give me unimaginable pleasures, show me the secrets of the night. He said he loved me.

The two vampires stood there, their eyes fixed on the new man, their red lips slightly parted showing their fangs. They were both beautiful, sisters taken by their master in 1778 in France. "Is he for us?" one girl asked Leveille, her French accent still detectable after all these years. "Non, mon cher," said Leveille pushing me past them. They both wore the same black and white outfit, their necklaces matched, I studied them as I was urged to keep moving, one looked deep into me, I could feel her listening to the beat of my heart and imagining the warm blood in my veins.