a man and a woman in a bed looking at each other

It was the middle of the night, with the outside covered in inky blackness, and a vampire, dressed in a high-quality jet-black tuxedo and a long, glossy black cloak with a high collar and a shiny red satin lining, a dandy and handsome young man in his late thirties with short black hair and a short moustache, is a vampire who is sleeping on a bed in a bedroom in a castle in England, staring at the sleeping form of a young and beautiful woman who is lost in a thick fog that is pouring into the bedroom from outside, and with his mouth wide open, showing his fangs, he is making full preparations for a dramatic blood-sucking attack on her, with the strong determination to ‘moisten his throat with your fragrant blood tonight’.