a man dressing a woman in a red dress

It is midnight, with a blanket of blackness outside, and a young, handsome male vampire with short, dark hair, wearing a fine jet-black tailcoat, a white pointed-end bow tie and a huge, shiny, bright red satin-lined, bell-shaped, extremely high-collared, glossy, jet-black cloak with a shiny, bright red satin lining, hanging wide and long to the floor, is standing beside a canopied bed, looking at a young, beautiful sleeping woman in a long dress, with a rugged face and a very short beard. A dandy, handsome young male vampire in his late 40s with a very short beard stands beside a canopied bed in a bedroom and stares grimly down at a sleeping young, beautiful woman in a long dress. He slightly displays two fangs and mutters, ‘Oh, I want your blood, my love,’ and then, with his mouth moist with blood and his lips and two sharp fangs on display, he grabs her neck and waist as she sleeps on the bed and pulls his face behind her ear and bares his fangs. ‘Then I shall have your blood, delicious blood, immediately’