She reached for the hems of her ruby velvet dress; she pinched the seams at the sides before bending slightly to the figure at the entrance. Her head bowed down before pulling up to say,
“Mr. Archibald, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
Her lips pronouncing every word to the full, she did not receive a spoken reply instead she received a bow. Never taking his eyes off her he did so. Afterwards they both stood in silence. Neither moved for seconds, she moved first then him. She walked over to the settee, her shoes slapping the marble floor as she did so. She placed her hand on the arm, her fingers traced the pattern. She continued to walk round to the front, making sure her petticoats weren’t ruined in the process of sitting down. She sat with her palms in the lap, she tried not to fiddle with her fingers nor her cuticles whilst Mr. Archibald sat himself on an arm chair nearly opposite herself. She carried on looking at her palms, not daring to glance once in Mr. Archibald’s direction.
Neither spoke for the first few minutes, both eager to say something but neither acting upon their thoughts. The tension grew more intense as the minutes flew by.
“Miss. Evelyn, I fear I have to draw a end to my stay at Broadworth house, my sisters death has lead to, certain complications.”
Any sign of happiness that could have been on her face vanished, in it’s etched in its place were frown lines. She sighed heavily, this was not the news that she had hoped to here, the fact that Archibald was leaving so soon. Her composure had changed drastically in the few minutes that he had been here.
“I understand Mr. Archibald; it was a confusion why the lord had picked one so young.”
A forced sympathetic smile was now on her face after she had processed the delicate information that had been given her so quickly. She couldn’t bear the thought of living alone again so soon, visitors were scarce as Broadway house and Mr. Archibald had been more than pleasant. His departure was sure to leave her more than broken and it was a dear shame that there was no one behind her picking up the pieces.
“Of course Miss. Evelyn, I will soon be in touch after the funer…”
His voice trailed off as he stood up again but he didn’t wander to the door, instead his composed figure drifted over to the windowsill where she was stood only a few mere moments ago. Evelyn couldn’t help but notice that as the moonlight bled through the tainted windows and onto Mr. Archibald’s pallid skin; he looked like he was, well, sparkling. Evelyn felt tremors being sent throughout her body, shivers were sent down her spine and her hands quavered slightly. Though Mr. Archibald was known for his unearthly looks, she couldn’t help but think how ethereal he looked as he looked intently at the moon. Evelyn opened her mouth to reply but all articulate thoughts left her mind as Mr. Archibald turned around and paced towards her trembling body.
“But please Miss. Evelyn, let me do just one thing before I leave.”
She could only nod in reply; her mouth just wouldn’t open as speech wasn’t needed as he tilted his head towards her. She shut her ashen eyelids; waiting for the feel of his lips against hers instead she felt his fingers trace her neckline, making her body quiver once again. His eyes were no longer the colour of a smooth caramel; they were the colour of a blazing fire, and his pearly white teeth bared fangs which she sworn hadn’t been there moments ago. Evelyn opened her garnet lips to let out a shriek but she was cut off as he sunk his teeth into her white skin, blood seeped out of the bite he had made in her unblemished skin. When his appetite was fulfilled he let go of her limp body and let her hit the floor with force. A mirthless smile crept onto his face; he slipped out of the door, leaving no sign of his existence there. All that was left was her body in a sea of blood.
