The sound of lightning interrupted Sayaka and Winona’s dispute. Both girls froze in place as the lightning was accompanied by an organ composing a chilling rendition of Toccata and Fugue in D Minor.
“Eep,” Winona whispered, “She’s awake…”
“It’s only natural,” Sayaka whispered back, “It is nighttime.”
With another flash of lightning a long silhouette appeared in the doorway. The ghost and werewolf suddenly stopped fighting and instead cowered in fright together. You were glued to your seat with horror as you watched the figure stride into the room.
“Did I hear you two about to fight?!” the figure’s voice bellowed.
“S-Sayaka started it!” the werewolf whined.
“W-well Winona’s the one who tried to throttle me with the vacuum!” the spectral girl retorted.
“Because you called me domesticated!” Winona spat back.
“Because you are clearly too stupid to see that you’re playing right into that male’s hands!” Sayaka screeched at the wolf girl.
“S I L E N C E !!!”
The figure’s voice boomed around the room, punctuated by the thunder and making the girls hold each other for dear life.
“Now, if you two are quite finished with this immature spat,” the figure spoke more composedly, “apologize to each other don’t let this happen again.”
“I… I’m sorry I called you domesticated,” Sayaka said to Winona.
“I’m sorry I lashed out at you,” Winona returned.
“There we go! Everyone’s getting along now!” As if like magic the storm suddenly stopped as the long, shadowy figure strode into the room. Except in truth this woman, this mistress, wasn’t all that long. She didn’t even look grown up!
Here was what appeared to be a pre-teen girl in a blood red cocktail dress and high heels. Her skin was like fine china and her golden blonde hair was done in loose pigtails. She had big red eyes, tiny fangs poking out of her upper lip, and relatively shapely hips for something of her apparent age. Your mind was twisted in knots just looking at her. This little girl was the infamous Mistress of the House?
“I catch you staring at me,” the small girl turned to look at you, “So you’re Wyatt, my new tenant, hmm? And a human no less! Well it’s most certainly nice to meet you. You may call me Minerva Dracula, or Minnie for short. I am The Mistress of the House! Pardon my youthful figure, as vampires age way slower than most other people.”