a man in a black tuxedo laying in a coffin

He was dressed in a fine tailcoat, lying in a large, black, solid coffin placed on the floor of a basement in an old English castle at midnight in the 19th century. He was wearing a pointed bow tie and a huge, long, jet-black cloak with a high collar and a shiny red satin lining. a tall, handsome, dandy middle-aged vampire with slicked-back hair and short black hair in his late fifties, who tightly wraps himself in a huge, long black cloak with a collar and a red satin lining that is shiny and glossy, and hugs himself while tightly wrapping himself in the cloak, wakes up from a deep sleep at the arrival of midnight and begins to sit up. The coffin is deep and spacious enough for him to stretch out his long legs. ‘Tonight, too, I seem to be guided by the scent of the blood of a young and beautiful woman that will quench my thirst. Ah, my fangs are tingling with anticipation at the thought of drinking your blood.’ It is his fate as a vampire to carry out this nightly ritual of drinking the blood of young and be