a woman in a white dress laying on a red chair

A tall, short, dark-haired man with a short, trimmed beard, dressed in a fine tailcoat, white pointed-end bow tie and a huge, long, shiny, jet-black cloak with a shiny red satin-lined collar, appearing in the guest room of the castle in the dead of night, when it was pitch black and misty outside. A dandy, handsome young male vampire in his late 40s kneels down and attacks a young, beautiful woman in a white nightdress asleep on a plush sofa in a guest room, showing his fangs and finishing the bloodsucking. Blood spilled from the back of her neck. ‘Your blood was delicious,’ he said, touching and gently caressing his hand near the two small wounds on the back of her neck that he had imprinted so that she, asleep and unaware of the fact that she had been sucked, would not forget the fact. 'All of you are mine now. I shall take my time tasting your blood again, which is superb and delicious.'