The Nosferas familly

"So they do have electricity at least, after all." You think to yourself as you cautiously enter through the heavy doors and watch them slowly swing closed behind you again without anyone there to move them.

Looking around you find yourself in a great hall, dominated by a wide old stair at the far end that splits halfways up to the balconies above. A heavy chandelier illuminates the room from far above your head, making the many closed doors, leading left and right out of the hall, seem even more mysterious as they're partially shadowed by the multitude of ornamented pillars littering the room.

While you're still busy taking in the entire scenery, you suddenly become aware of someone watching you. Turning back towards the stairs, your eyes grow wider in mild surprise as you find this someone allready making her way across the floor towards you.

"Good evening, good sir, and welcome!" She greets you in a deep and melodic voice, her eyes like many other's discreetely roaming your muscular figure before once again meeting your eyes with her own. Unlike most other women however, her beautiful face and the open admiration in her exotically slanted black eyes are enough to make you blush ever so slightly as she approaches. "My name is Ophelia, married to the head of the Nosferas familly, and you must be the baby-sitter we asked for, mr...?"

"Alexander... Alexander Evans..." You tell her, managing a friendly smile while nervously looking her over, not quite sure how to react as she reaches out a hand towards you. For a moment you consider taking it and kissing it, she certainly looks like one who'd appreciate such a gesture, but find her quite content as you just gently shake it instead. Her touch is a bit cold, but far from unpleasant, and you find yourself holding onto her petite hand just a little longer than neccessary before letting it go.

"A lovely name, Alexander!" She smiles, again making no secret of looking you over before turning her head back towards the stairs. "Let me introduce my husband, Vincent, and our daughter Evelyn!"

"Umm... Nice to meet you!" You mumble uncertainly, bowing down a little while taking in the trio as the two newcomers walk down the stairs and join you in the middle of the great hall. Just like the woman in the house, her husband and daughter are pale of skin and share the same gleaming black hair colour. While Vincent is tall and lean, his daughter is just as slender and gracious as her mother but head and shoulders shorter than both her parents and with vivid, almost unnaturally large eyes in her doll-like pretty little face.

"He's gonna be my babysitter tonight?" Evelyn querries in a pitched, gleefully childish voice that seem to well fit her character, looking up at her father before returning those big black eyes to look you up and down. "He's handsome!"

"Yes sweetheart, he is..." Ophelia smiles back at her daughter while giving you another quick look over, her eyes and compliments once again making you blush. Much to your surprise, Vincent doesn't seem even the slightest uncomfortable with the admiring glances his wife's giving you, instead checking you out with a calm and amused look on his face while she introduces you to their daughter.

"Alexander?! What a beautiful name!" The girl giggles, evidently one of those hyperactive sorts as she dances around you and then suddenly dashes away towards the stairs.

"Umm... Isn't she actually a bit old to need a babysitter?" You hesitantly ask the girl's parents as you watch her laughingly dissappear up the stairs. Despite her looks and behaviour, you're quite certain that the slender curves beneath her loose black clothes are not those of a child. In fact, you'd rather guess that she's just below or even at the same age as yourself.

"She's always been a bit special..." The father speaks up for the first time as he lovingly looks up to the balconies above. "She doesn't have many friends, the poor thing, so you'll be more of company actually, rather than just sitting her for the night."

"Oh...?" You start a bit worriedly, knowing that such kids may need more specially educated attendants, but then think that this one doesn't really seem any worse than any of the usual, hyperactive sort of kids you have to care for. "Well... I'm sure we'll get on well together!"

"Yes, indeed!" Ophelia smiles at you. "She seem quite fond of you allready!"

"Maybe we should leave then?" Her husband asks, taking her arm and heading past you towards the door, still seemingly ignorant of her admiring glances towards you. Turning to see them leave, you're quite surprised to find Evelyn allready right behind you and giving her parents a quick hug goodbye.

Moments later you find yourself alone in the huge old mansion, with this lively young girl as only company. Looking down at her you manage a gentle though somewhat uncertain smile, asking her what she'd like to do for the evening...