Railed by Vampires

Wrote this like two years ago lol just found it in my drafts and cleaned it up! Enjoy!

"You can't go for dinner!" Alice exclaims loudly. The other people at the bus stop glance over at us and I hush my best friend.

"Why not?" I ask, even though I already know what she'll say.

Alice gives me a look of exasperation as if I'm purposely being thick. "Watering their plants for them while they were on vacation was one thing, at least they weren't there, going for dinner is quite another."

A fall breeze blows through my clothes and makes me shiver. I shove my hands further into the pockets of my sweater and bunch up my shoulders tight to my neck. "The Havenmayers are perfectly respectable and there's no reason I shouldn't go for dinner."

Alice rolls her eyes at me, which makes her look even more like an animated character because of her round spectacles and neat blonde bob that swishes with every tilt of her head. "Aren't you even a little worried?"

"Why would I be, don't tell me you actually think they're vampires?"

"It's not just me. Everyone does," she says like a kid telling their parents everyone failed the test, not just them.

"You've read too many horror novels. You are aware that vampires don't exist, right?"

It's then that Alice's bus pulls up to the curb. "If you go into that creepy old mansion and come out with two holes in your neck I get to say I told you so!" She calls over her shoulder, heading to board the bus.

"Have a good weekend Alice," I say, shaking my head, before I turn and start walking home.

-x-

On my walk home from school I scroll through my group chat with the Havenmeyers. They spent the last month in Europe and while they were there they paid me to water their houseplants. Occasionally they'd text me, asking if I could also mow the lawn, sweep the front porch, or take in their mail, hence the groupchat.

I'm not sure what I'm looking for exactly. None of their messages scream vampire, then, I'm not sure what would. The texts are perfectly normal, they really are a very sweet couple. My eyes scan over our most recent exchange, at this point I probably have it memorised. I've read it over so many times.

Mrs Havenmeyer: "Thank you again Anna for taking such good care of the estate while Thomas and I were away. We would love to have dinner with you sometime this week if you're available to thank you in person. If not of course we understand, though we would be disappointed."

Anna : "It was no trouble at all! I'd be happy to do it again anytime. As it happens I'm free all week. I'd love to have dinner with you both."

Mr Havenmeyer: "Splendid! Would Friday night work for you? Say seven o'clock?"

Anna: "Friday sounds great! See you then!"

-x-

The Havenmeyer mansion must have been gorgeous at some point in time. The architecture is old and the grounds are charming. It's still beautiful but it seems to have at some point fallen into a state of disrepair. The gardens aren't kept for and there are weeds growing in between the stones in the driveway. I know the Havenmeyers are extraordinarily wealthy so I don't see why they don't just pay for a gardener and maids but then I suppose it isn't any of my business.

Almost the second I use the massive gold doorknocker, the sound abrasive in the quiet neighbourhood, the door swings open. Miss Marion stands in the doorway.

For a moment all I can do is stare. It's women like Miss Marion who make me very aware that I'm bisexual, that there's no chance I'm straight. She's a striking korean woman with long, shiny, dark hair. She's wearing a plaid side striped pencil skirt suit. Miss Marion smiles at me, flashing white teeth. Her dark eyes gleam knowingly and I feel a blush rise to my cheeks.