In Transylvania modern day, walking in the streets after a successful devouring. Drakl went to a bar unnoticeable as a vampire in the middle of the night with a messy face of blood dripping down his face and drunk from the blood type..which was “Blood type A”. Aka..alcohol for vampires. He was working in his garden of organs cutting the trees to look like a beating heart, as he worked one of his gargoyles flew to his aid with a napkin on a silver plate. Picking it up he cleaned his mouth. “ah..Merci” he said and fixed the broach around his neck which was attached with his stone. Cutting one more leaf he smirked and stepped back “perfect…” Ding! “oh! Thats my brain pie!!” he said and went into the manor and into the boiler room and got his pie out of the oven..obviously made with human organs. He sniffed it, his red eyes bulging from instincts “just for me..”