Converts for our Eldest
Dressed in rich black clothing, cut in a high gothic style, they silently walked down the lane. At the first house they opened the gate of the picket fence, it’s white paint pristine. Entering in, they closed the gate behind themselves and mounted the stair to the porch. When they reached the door to the quaint suburban home they knocked firmly, but politely.
The door opened, revealing an average middle-aged man in a polo shirt and golf shorts. “What do ya want?”
They threw back the hooded cloak’s cowl, revealing themselves as a woman. Her finely chiseled diamond shaped face and pale complexion contrasted against her black chin length hair and drew a gasp from the man as he opened the house’s door wider and stared at her.
“Hello!” She said deep and sultry. “My name is Ancillae Lidia Dragos, and I would like to share with you.” She held up an ancient-looking tome with an ornately tooled dark leather cover and silver filigree closure. “This most phantastic book about our progenitor and Eldest.”
The man stood transfixed by the woman’s tone and presence. He shook his head and looked Lidia up and down. “You’re a vampire?”
“Yes,” she said, her penetrating gaze enthralling, “we’re looking for converts, and this book gives the secret to eternal life.”
The man shook his head again, before meeting her gaze. “But don’t you kill people and drink their blood?”
“Superstitious folk stories.” Lidia held the book forward, a blood-red ruby in the center of the cover, catching the man’s attention. “This book has so many awesome stories in it.”
The man looked from the book to Lidia; he surveyed her, his eyes lingering on the pale flesh of her buxom bosom pushed up by the boned leather corset she wore. He stepped back, opening the door wide.
Lidia stepped forward to the threshold, looked deep into the man’s eyes, and paused. “If you will but invite me in, I will show you how. I’m sure you won’t believe how much this will change your life."
