a man standing over a woman laying on the ground

He appeared in the backyard of the castle in the middle of the night, which was covered in pitch-black darkness, dressed in a high-quality tailcoat, a dandy and handsome young man in his late forties with short black hair and a short moustache, wearing a long, glossy jet-black cloak with a high collar and a white pointed bow tie, and a shiny red satin lining, bent down to attack a young, beautiful woman in a long white dress who was lying face up in the backyard. She tilted her head in a daze, and he bared his fangs and began to suck her blood. Blood was oozing from her neck. ‘Ah, my blood is already yours,’ she said in a daze, staggering and letting out a gasping voice.