a man dressed as dracula and a woman dressed as a vampire in front of a castle

On the roof of an English castle in the dead of night, surrounded by a blanket of blackness and fog with numerous bats flying about, a tall, dark-haired, moustached man in fine tailcoat, white pointed-end bow tie and shiny red satin-lined collar wearing a shiny, bell-shaped, huge, jet-black cloak with a shiny red satin lining. A short, dandy handsome young male vampire in his late 40s, with short hair, the brightness of the shiny red satin lining of his cloak shines more clearly against the night sky of the English castle as the huge black cloak is magnificently draped over his head. He said into the ear of a young, beautiful woman in a long dress who was hugging him back: ‘Guided by the scent of your sweet blood, I will soon have your blood. This is my destiny to live as I must always drink the blood of beautiful women like you’, he whispers. His fearless expression cements his image.