Today was one of Count Dracula’s favourite nights. It was thundering outside, which meant that he could stay up in his room, reading in the light of the moon. As he did so, he sipped his wine, focusing on the words on the page.

“She ran fast, her breath tearing from her lungs—“

A few loud bangs echoed through the house, causing him to pause. After a few seconds of silence, he went back to reading.

“She ran fast, her breath—“

The banging echoed through the house again, and he put down his book with a sigh, before placing the wine beside it on the side table. He left the room, and headed down the grand staircase, the banging on the door intensifying.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” He rolled his eyes as he called out in his thick Romanian accent. He made it down to the door, and opened it, not knowing what to expect.