a man dressed as dracula standing in front of a castle

A tall, dark-haired, handsome young male vampire in a fine tailcoat, wearing a white pointed-end bow tie and a huge, shiny, bell-shaped, shiny, jet-black cloak with a shiny red satin lined collar, stands halfway up the slope on the roof of an English castle at midnight, surrounded by a blanket of pitch black darkness with numerous bats flying around him. A dandy and handsome young male vampire in his late 40s with short 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 clutched in his arms: ‘I will soon have your blood, guided by the scent of your sweet blood. My destiny is to always have to drink the blood of beautiful women like you as my food for life’, he whispers. As he strides across the castle rooftops, the vividness of the glossy, shiny red satin lining shines more clearly against the night sky of the English castle as the huge black cloak he wears is magnificently swept away. His scowling expression cements his image even more firmly.