“When is that man coming?” Alexander, manager of The Walnuts Company, says while he traipses around the living room.
“I’m sure he’s on his way.” His wife, Matilda, assured him. The Walnuts Company is a big car producer business founded by Alexander’s father, Bobby Walnut. He was born on May 7, 1926. Walnut started the company in the middle 1940s, when he was only 18 years old! He continued the company for 70 long and wonderful years.
On September 26, 2000 he died of kidney cancer and passed on his business to his eldest son, Alexander Walnut. But Alexander never wanted to carry on the business because, to be honest, he was not good with money. His inclination would be for teaching. He’s always loved to teach and be around people for as long as he can remember. Now Alexander is trying to give the company to somebody else.
“Is it his philosophy to be late for every meeting he goes too?” Alexander says, angrily.
“He’ll be here!” His wife, once again, assured him.
“He must be Cuban!”
“Alexander!” Matilda stood up from where she was seated and marches to the backyard.
“If you need me, I’ll be basking in the back porch” She tries to say calmly.
“If you are undaunted enough to even try” Matilda has a very bad temper and even the smallest thing can set her off. If she ever does get angry, stay away from her until she cools down. Well, that’s the smart thing to do. It took Alexander a good 6 months to figure that out.
A soft knock comes from the big wooden doors and Alexander walks to open it. When he opens it, a 30 year old man with short jet black hair, red eyes and abnormally pale skin stands with black rimmed glasses.
“Good afternoon, Sir.” The man says, extending his hand.
“Um… Good afternoon.” Alexander says, taking his hand. They shake hands and Alexander asks him to come inside.
“My maid should be bringing in some tea.” Alexander said when the man sits down on the dark brown couch.
“That would be lovely” He says, his eyes looking somewhere else curiously. Alexander turns around and finds his two sons, Tim and Tom, looking under the stairs at the place where he caches his favorite chocolates.
“You two get up from there! We have a guest!” Alexander commands. The duet looks up and stood. They said their hello’s and ran off to their room.
“I swear that thing is impregnable!” Alexander begins.
“But those two always end up finding a way to open it! Those poor things have probably migrated all over the house by now!” The man chuckles while Alexander apologizes to him.
“It’s not a problem” He says.
“Their craftiness always ceases to amaze me.” Alexander said. The man nods his head in agreement.
“Okay to what I wanted to discuss about,”
“Is that painting by Van Gogh?” The man interrupts, pointing to a painting on the wall on top of the fireplace.
“Why, yes it is.” Alexander answers.
“Are you a fan?”
“I went to one of his live galleries. He painted right in front of us. It was amazing.”
Alexander looks at him for a few moments, a bit confused. Then he says,
“Impossible.”
“And why is that?” But Victoria, their maid, interrupts their conversation by placing a plate of tea and sugar cookies on the coffee table.
“Thank you, Victoria.” Alexander says.
“Uh, do you mind” The man began.
“Putting some chicken blood in it?”
She looks at him confused then asks,
“Why would you want that?”
“Aye, never mind. I’ll drink it like this.” The man grabs a teacup from the tray and begins drinking the tea.
“Uh, I made lemon tea with honey, Sir. ‘Cause I know how you’re cold has been…”
But she was cut off by the sound of the man spitting out the tea.
“There’s lemon in it?” He asked. She nods.
“I’m allergic to lemon.”
“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t aware that you were allergic to them!”
“It’s ok, it wasn’t your fault”
She nods and walks to the kitchen. Alexander giggles.
“What’s so funny?” The man asks.
“I swear, don’t call me crazy, but you really remind me of a vampire!” Alexander explains.
The man freezes and the smile that was on Alexander’s face suddenly disappeared.
“You’re not, are you?”
“I’m an immortal beast,” The man began.
“My immortality allows me to live how long I want and how I want to live it” An evil smile stretches on the man’s face.
“W-what are you?” Alexander asks nervously.
“My name is Dracula and,” The man begins and at the speed of light he was standing right in front of Alexander.
“I’m a vampire” Dracula flashes his fangs, lunges at Alexander’s neck and everything goes black.
The End
