a man in a tuxedo standing in front of a chandelier

At the stroke of midnight, a handsome young man in his late thirties, dressed in a fine tailcoat, a pointed bow tie and a huge jet-black cape with a long collar that trails on the bedroom floor, wearing a shiny red satin lining, appeared in the bedroom of a British palace. He had a short, neatly trimmed beard and dark hair, and his face was carved with a handsome, dandy-like look. A handsome, dandy young man in his late thirties with a deep-set face, the vampire stood behind the young, beautiful woman in the long, chic, white dress sitting on the sofa in the bedroom, and with his black cloak with a shiny red satin lining fluttering in the strong wind, he showed off his sharp fangs with bloodshot eyes in excitement. ‘Tonight, I want to drink your blood, my love. And I will make you my eternal wife by pouring the same vampire blood into your body as mine.’ She turned around, looking up at him with a dazed expression, intoxicated by his declaration. Soon, blood began to flow from the wound in the nape of her bea