George staggered towards his house with a bottle in his hands, he was drunk. He fumbled for the key and opened the door. His hands found the switch and he turned on the lights.
The house was in a disarray. He was fond of thrashing his house, never tidying up. He wasn't married neither did he have a girlfriend. He sat at the table and poured the remaining drink into a cup. A belch escaped him and he threw the bottle against the wall.
Twelve hours ago, he had been working for a prestigious company until he was framed for theft and sacked. He knew who was responsible. His boss' daughter, a spoilt brat who thought she could do whatever she wanted.
He heard movements behind him and turned around but saw nothing. Just when he was about emptying the cup, someone grabbed him by the neck and pinned him against the wall.
He stared in fright at the horror stricken figure that was choking him. It was an old lady. Her hair was flying around her and she wore a long gown that looked like what his fore fathers wore. Her eyes were bloodshot and he wondered if she was from this world. He kicked at her to free himself all to no avail.
Suddenly, fangs protruded from her mouth and she dug them into his neck drawing blood. She took as much as she wanted before letting him fall to the ground.
He stared at her, he couldn't move neither could he scream. She went to the washing bowl at a corner in the dinning and washed her face before walking back to him. Her looks had transformed, the old woman had turned into a beautiful young lady.
She bent beside him and covered the bite marks on his neck with her palm. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. His vision had started to blur. She smiled and rubbed his hair. He could hear her voice from afar, he had started to fall asleep.
"Hello George, I have a job for you".
