a man in a tuxedo standing in front of a full moon

A tall, dark-haired, moustachioed man in a fine tailcoat, wearing a white pointed-end bow tie and a huge, shiny, bell-collared, shiny, red satin-lined, shiny, bell-shaped, shiny, jet-black cloak, flying far above England in a blanket of jet-black darkness with numerous bats flying overhead. A dandy, handsome young male vampire in his late 40s with short hair, held in his arms and in the ear of a young, beautiful woman in a long dress, who said: ‘Guided by the scent of your sweet blood, I will soon have your blood. My destiny is that I must always drink the blood of beautiful women like you as food for life’, he whispers. The huge black cloak he wears swaying in the wind shines more clearly against the British night sky with the vibrancy of its glossy and shiny red satin lining far above Britain. His fearless expression cements his image.