The dwarf opened the door. Draduc looked inside. A stunning woman lounged at a simple, candlelit table. She was exquisite.
Draduc grinned. “How long have you worked for me, Maxwell?”
“One week, Master,” said the dwarf.
Draduc patted his head. “You’re providing excellent service already. I’ll grant you some rats to feast upon later.”
“The Master is most kind.”
Draduc approached the woman, saying, “You Humans are so arrogant, believing you are the top predator on this planet. You are not. Vampires are the top predator, and we feed upon YOU!”
He bent to bite her neck when her hand suddenly grasped his neck. He struggled in vain. “What’s that about arrogance?” she asked. “Couldn’t something feed upon YOU?”
She ripped Draduc’s spine from his body and began feasting upon its condensed, vampiric energy.
“Is everything acceptable, Master?” said Maxwell from the door.
The anti-vampire paused. “Maxwell. How long have you worked for me?”
“Twelve years, Master.”
“And still your service is excellent. There’s Filet Mignon and broiled lobster in the other room. Please enjoy.”
Written for the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers writing challenge. Look here to see what stories other folks wrote for the week: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/10/27/fffaw-week-of-10-27-2015/