a man and a woman standing in front of a castle

He says into the ear of a young, beautiful woman in a long dress with her back turned far back: ‘Guided by the scent of your sweet blood, I will soon have your blood. But this is my destiny. A vampire must always drink the blood of beautiful women in order to live’, he whispers romantically. In a rose garden in an ancient English castle rising on a cliff in the middle of the night, surrounded by a blanket of blackness and fog with numerous bats flying around, dressed in a fine tailcoat, pointed-end bow tie and a huge fishing bell-shaped jet-black cloak lined with shiny, shiny red satin and with a standing collar A tall, slick back haired, slick back haired, black haired, short moustached, handsome, very dandy, mature male vampire in his late 40s with an imposing and dignified expression. The brightness of the shiny red satin lining of the cloak he wears shines more clearly in the rose garden of the ancient castle that rises above the English cliffs. His fearless expression and the strong shadows on his face r