a man dressed as dracula standing in front of a castle

A tall, handsome young male vampire in a 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, stopped halfway up the sloping roof of an English castle at midnight, surrounded by a blanket of pitch black darkness and fog with numerous bats flying around. A dandy and handsome young male vampire in his late 40s with short black hair and a moustache, who is in his late 40s, says into the ear of a young, beautiful woman in a long dress who is holding him by both arms: ‘I will soon have your blood, guided by the scent of your sweet blood. My fate is that I must always drink the blood of a beautiful woman like you as 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 scowling expression cements his image.