a man in a black coat is walking down a hallway

In the pitch black darkness of midnight, in a pitch black British luxury long-distance overnight sleeper train with a fierce wind blowing, a young and beautiful woman in a long white dress dutifully runs up and down the beautifully decorated aisles of the night sleeper train. Desperately pursuing her with her black cloak boldly sweeping behind her in an attempt to pounce on her was a man in a fine tailcoat showing two sharp fangs, wearing a pointed end bow tie and a huge jet-black cloak with a shiny, shiny, red satin lining, shiny and collared, bell-shaped. She is a handsome, dandy young male vampire in his late 30s, extremely tall, with a short moustache and short, dark hair. She stops dead in her tracks as he grabs her back, fangs and lips red and wet, and he focuses his gaze on the nape of the neck at the back of her beautiful neck. Enraptured, she staggers and tilts her head in strong anticipation of his bloodsucking.