A vampire you say? Why, yes, yes I am. No, I do not own this manor, it belongs to our lady. All of us who work here are vampires. Yes, our lady turned all of us ...oh ages ago. She said it was hard to find good servants, and it was so tedious to train new ones. And you never knew who was going to run to the nearest Holy man or Cunning woman. Oh, no, my dear, don't fret. Don't fret! The lady shan't harm you. She no longer turns others into vampires. The council thought it would be wisest. Yes, darling, you'll be fine so long as you don't tell anyone. If you do? Oh well she'll have to kill you. Oh, no no sweet one, I'm sorry, I'm sorry twas just a jest! A silly, misguided jest. They don't kill anymore. Unless you try to kill them, I mean.
No, darling, it's gotten to the point where no one believes anymore, so they ignore it, or it's arranged for you to visit a facility. Yes, it's..odd not calling them asylums anymore. But never fret dear, at most they'll think it's a...fad, I believe the word is.
Me? Oh, I was hired by the lady...two years before the witch trials I believe. I was a newly orphaned girl, old enough to work from Salem village. Yes, I knew the Putnam girl. And the Williams girl. They were...not meant to be Puritans. Especially the Williams girl, goodness, she had spirit. Were there witches? Of course, darling, but none lived in Salem Village. No twasn't safe there. But I came from Salem Village, and my neighbor, Goody Corey? Oh she was a sweet human, a good Gospel Woman as they said. She and Goody Nurse found me a job in Boston working for the Lady. She'd come from England with her husband. Unfortunately he'd passed, but he left his entire fortune to her, in addition to hers.
Nay, child, I shan't tell you of how I came to be a vampire. We cannot speak of such things, even to others of our kind. It is...considered rude. But twas the year the witch trials began that I became as I am. Twas 1692. I had been with my lady for two years. We heard of the goings on in Salem, it was horrid. I wept for Goody and Goodman Corey, and Goody Nurse. Horrible.
Ah I must return to my duties, child. Fear not, sweet one, I will explain later the rest. but we both have chores to attend to! Off now you go, the lady expects her boudoir dusted within the hour! Mind the armoire! The lady's husband gave that to her. And smile, sweet one, all of us here will protect you.
A brief discussion over tea, dictated a best from memory by Elizabeth Anne Nurse with her former employer's personal assistant.
