a man putting his hand on a woman's neck

Appearing in a noble room in a castle in the middle of the night, with a blanket of blackness and fog outside, dressed in a fine tailcoat, white pointed-end bow tie and a long, shiny, huge jet-black cloak with a shiny red satin-lined collar, with tall, short black hair and a short, well-trimmed beard. A dandy, handsome young male vampire in his late 40s attacked a young, beautiful woman in a white nightdress lying on a plush sofa in a noble room, showed his fangs and finished sucking her blood. Blood spilled from the back of her neck. ‘Your blood was delicious,’ he said, touching and gently caressing his hand near the two small wounds on the back of her neck that he had imprinted so that she, asleep and unaware of the fact that she had been sucked, would not forget the fact. 'All of you are mine now. I shall take my time tasting your blood again, which is superb and delicious.'