a man and woman kissing in front of a castle

A tall, dark-haired, moustachioed, short-haired, dandy and handsome young male vampire in his late forties wearing a fine tailcoat, a white pointed-end bow tie and a huge, shiny, bell-shaped, shiny red satin-lined, collarless, shiny, bell-shaped, jet-black cloak, is standing on the roof of an English castle at midnight surrounded by a blanket of pitch black darkness and fog with numerous bats flying around him. A dandy, handsome young male vampire in his late 40s with short hair, the brightness of the shiny red satin lining shines more clearly against the night sky of the English castle as the huge black cloak he wears is magnificently dominated. He said into the ear of a beautiful young woman in a long dress who was hugging him back: ‘Guided by the scent of your sweet blood, I will soon have your blood. My destiny is that I must always drink the blood of beautiful women like you as food for life’, he whispers. His fearless expression cements his image.