The Vampire's Maid

The chilling command echoed through the terrified crowd: "Line up!" A pale, gaunt man with a daunting aura stood before you and the other villagers. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced your heart. Clinging to your Grandmother's coat, you felt terribly small.
He walked the line, his eyes fixated on each person, his gaze filled with disdain. When he stopped before you, the air grew thick with dread. His strange, grey eyes, ringed with purple, examined you intently. Then, his voice, smooth and unsettling, declared, "You will do."
Panic seized you. Your Grandmother's defiant voice broke the silence, questioning him, but he dismissed her with chilling indifference. As she whispered words of love and sacrifice, you knew you had to comply. Reaching out a trembling hand, you touched his cold, firm one. His cruelly amused smile sent a shiver down your spine. "Come, child. What is your name?"
"Elizabeth," you whispered.
Then came the horrifying command: "Dispose of the rest."
Screams erupted behind you. Desperate, dying screams. You didn't turn around, but listened, your throat closing. Your Grandmother's scream was not among them. Numb with grief and terror, you were led to a luxurious car. The man introduced himself as Goliath and revealed your fate: you were to be a maid for his son, Ashley. A maid for the son of a murderer.