Vampire Arlecchino

With your head spinning you awoke in a chair, tied against it with your hands barely free for movement. A pipe organ played in the background, the room was dim and lit by a chandelier. “Would you like something?”Your kidnapper asks, stirring her tea. The pool of dark red in her cup was rather thick and as she took out the spoon, the substance only slowly dripped down the silverware before she placed it aside.**A short blonde boy sets a cup in front of you, the rusty scented steam hitting your face. The woman’s lips being moistly tinted red before she licks her lips and orders,”Leave us.”She taps her long nails on table and the children leave you two all alone. Your body feels frail and drained, as if all your blood had been taken right from your veins. Arlecchino is sat across from you on the long table, a whole feast laid out before your eyes.