two men dressed in dracula costumes standing over a man lying on the ground

A tall, short, black-haired young man with a short, trimmed beard, dressed in a fine tailcoat, white pointed-end bow tie and a huge, long, shiny, jet-black cloak with a shiny red satin-lined collar, appearing in the castle crypt in the middle of the night, with a blanket of blackness and fog outside. A dandy, handsome young male vampire in his late thirties, sitting on a coffin in the castle crypt, strongly awaiting his visit, attacked a young, handsome young man in a dinner jacket, showing his red blood-soaked lips and fangs, and sucked his blood. ‘Your blood was delicious,’ he said, touching and stroking his hand near the two small blood-soaked wounds he had carved into the back of the neck of the young man who sat entranced on the coffin, staring up at him, eagerly awaiting his bloodsucking. 'All of you are mine now. You are a vampire reborn, just like me.'