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

A tall, dark-haired, black-haired man in a fine tailcoat, dressed in a white pointed-end bow tie and a shiny red satin-lined, shiny-collared, bell-shaped, huge, jet-black cloak with a white pointed-end bow tie and a shiny red satin-lined collar, stopped halfway up a castle roof in England at midnight surrounded by a blanket of jet blackness and fog with numerous bats flying around. A dandy and handsome young male vampire in his late 40s with short hair with a moustache, who is holding a young, beautiful woman in a long dress in his arms by her ear, who says: ‘Guided by the scent of your sweet blood, I will soon have your blood. My fate is that I must always drink the blood of beautiful women like you as my food for life’, he whispers. As he strides across the rooftops of the castle, the brightness of the shiny red satin lining shines more clearly against the night sky of the English castle as he lets the huge black cloak he wears hang in the air. His fearless expression cements his image.