The Vampire Servant (Editing)

The butler

In a split second, the blood coloured orbs disappeared. I blinked, the room had remained the same as before. Not a single thing out of place. My shaking hands rubbed my eyes. In hopes that I was just dreaming. But my hopes were crashed down when I still remained in the possible haunted room.

Then my mind clicked. The coffin. My legs pushed forward causing a quick dash toward the wooden box. Horrifyingly, the body was no longer there. My jumbled mind could only come to one explanation. I had upset the spirit lingering inside that box.

My legs felt like jelly. The candles light was still strong and bright, but it felt like darkness had began to surround me. My eyes scanned the room. Whenever they landed on a shadow, it was gone in an instant.

"H....hello?" My voice asked. The room remained quiet. Except for the faint sound of breathing. Which defiantly was not mine.
" S...sorry to disturb y..you ,just go back to bed!" I hurriedly spoke. Hoping that the spirit was feeling at least a little bit of pity. A loud chuckle was part of my response.

The two red eyes once again appeared in front of me. The figure began to pace toward me. Still remaining in the shadows, even though the light should have made him visible,
"Master Dracula, you needn't worry about me." His voice responded. Sounding more human than before. Even sounding younger than a twenty year old man. Maybe even, around seventeen.
I backed up into the door. My hand locking onto the knob, praying that it would open soon.

The shadow like butler stood directly in front of me. Only the sounds of my heavy breathing could be heard through the deathly silence.

"BANG"
The noise interrupted again. 'Oh no, what happened to Craig?' My mind raced. He should have come back by now! I attempted to turn the door knob again. It remained the same. Barley moving even an inch.
"Dammit" I cursed. The mysterious person only chuckled in response. His hand shot out, making my hands from a protective barrier around my body.

In one split second the mysterious man hand reached out and ripped the door off it's hinges, just barley missing me. I felt a sweat drop out of fear and relief. Not waiting a second longer, my body dashed out of the room and toward the stairs. But my freedom was short lived.

Two large hands had reached out and locked onto my waist. I struggled, almost punching my captor in the face a couple of times. A gloved hand covered my mouth. I turned my head to see, a young man with shoulder length black hair that was neatly combed to the side. He had to be at least 6'5 by the looks of it. Completely hovering over my body which was 5'5. A slight cold chill ran through my body.

"Where is he?!"
"I said he's not here, now leave dammit." Craig voice answered.

My breath hitched. So someone was up there. I listened intently waiting to find out what was going on. The man behind me remained still. What scared me the most was that he was not breathing at all.

"Bang..bang" Loud crashes were heard from upstairs. 'Just what is going on?' My mind searched for the unknown answer. 'Could they be after father? He was in fact away on a trip. But surely they would be aware of that.'

"This is a big waste of time!" A feminine voice rang out. "Listen kid tell us where he is and we'll let you go."

Craig didn't respond. I knew that if he didn't, he would be in danger. I tried to call out but, the butlers gloved hand held on tight. Not even moving an inch from my struggling.

"Let's just leave, the brat clearly is not here." A masculine voice answered.
"Fine" The feminine one snapped. "But were taking this kid with us, he clearly knows something that he is not letting on"