April Vampires!

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Prompt from DailyPrompt.com

There had been much discussion amongst the local vampire council about whether twenty-six was too young to allow someone to become a vampire. Several members cautioned that the twins wouldn’t be able to mature, and would come to lament their frozen development.
They weren’t entirely wrong, though it turned out to be the people around the twins lamenting their inability to grow up. The familial warfare which followed April first being the foremost example.
Ms Wickers, the housekeeper (castle keeper, technically) saved up her leave specially to take a fortnight off either side of that wretched holiday, which she spent on the other side of the country, if not further. But most of the junior staff didn’t have that option and were forced to endure.
“VELMA!!”
The fury in her brother’s voice made Velma snicker. This turned into outright laughter as Victor stormed into the room, his usually immaculately slicked hair jutting backwards like it was being blown by a stiff wind.
“What did you do to my gel??”
Velma lifted her chin and scoffed “What did you do to my nail polish?”
“You deserved that, after leaving a bucket of dishwater over my door!”
“Please! That was just retribution for the disgusting stunt you pulled last year-”
“Last year? Don’t get me started! You still haven’t apologise for humiliating me in nineteen eighty-seven!”
“Oh, come on, it really wasn’t a big-”
“IT WAS A BIG DEAL AND YOU KNOW IT!”
Agnus, who was sweeping the hall, silently hoped that she hadn’t been half so immature and irresponsible in her mid-twenties, and resolved to send her parents a nice thank-you card or something, just in case.
She carefully kept her face neutral as Victor skulked past. Looking odd even compared to his usual. While she’d got used to her employers swanning about in fashions from the late eighteen hundreds, it never felt normal. Perhaps because, well, they were noticeably inhuman.
Lovely people! Except to each other. And they paid competitive rates. Plus every small child she knew thought she was so cool for getting to work in a castle. Couldn’t complain, really.
But from Victor’s seething he was clearly plotting retribution, and Velma’s victorious snickers hinted at further shenanigans. Agnus stifled a sigh and hoped whatever nonsense the household had to suffer through next, it wouldn’t involve hauling a sopping great antique carpet down four flights of steep stone stairs to wash it!

Prompt was “Revenge At The Castle”.