Drevola

There was a young slender girl at the door. She had straight black hair that draped just below her shoulders, pale white skin, pointy ears and blood red eyes. She was wearing a white office shirt with a black vest on top of it, black pants, black shoes, a red tie and a red cape.

"Is our first victim really going to be a girl pretending she's a vampire?" Sarah asked.

Cassie smacked Sarah on the back of the head. "That is our master."

"I'm actually a boy," the black haired vampire said. "The name's Count Drevola."

Coming into the room, the women noticed that there were bodies everywhere.

"They were not worthy of immortality or I sucked them all dry," he said. "I see that you've converted two vampires already."

"Yes, these are my daughters, Sarah and Rachel."

"Impressive," Drevola mused. "But I did not give your permission to turn anyone. I kill have to punish you for that later."

Cassie dropped to her knees and bowed her head. "I know, Master Drevola. I am sorry for turning my daughters without your permission but I cannot bear immortality without them."

"That is understand," Drevola said, drinking a glass of wine. "But I must determine if the two are worthy of the gift of immortality. I must ask them both to disrobe."

Without hesitation, Sarah stripped naked in front of her new master. Rachel was from ****.

"Do as our master says," Cassie said. "Disobedience yields consequences."

"All right," Rachel said, stripping her clothes off.

Drevola examined them both.