a bride and groom kissing in a foggy room

In the middle of the night, in a castle in England shrouded in fog and darkness, a handsome, dandyish, late-30s vampire, dressed in a high-quality tailcoat, a white pointed bow tie and a huge black cloak with a shiny red satin lining that trails long on the floor, a handsome, dandy-ish young man in his late thirties with short black hair and a short beard, finally achieved his long-awaited dramatic blood-sucking from behind the neck of the young, beautiful woman he loved, who was wearing a pure white, dainty wedding dress. His lips were wet and red with her blood, and his triumphant expression as he completed the act of drinking her blood exuded a sense of further fearlessness. ‘Now my blood, as a vampire, will flow into your body, and you will be reborn as a vampire who lives forever, just like me. And you will become my eternal bride. Now, have you made up your mind to become my bride?’ ‘Yes. I want you to suck my blood more so that I can become your bride. Of course. I will take your blood again as you wis