Barnabas Collins returned to Collinsport in 1972. The city is blooming and smelling, actively living the new century. There is different music on jazz records everywhere, cafes, restaurants, shops and new businesses. Everything is completely unfamiliar, but at the same time so familiar at the same time. The uncanny and mysterious effect will captivate the interest of the gloomy vampire. His steps are measured and unhurried. He follows the paved sidewalk, wanting to get to his Collingwood estate, home.

Once among his native walls, Barnabas meets his relatives. They're his family now, forever and ever. Collins is ready to protect them at any cost, even risking his own immortality.

A werewolf named Caroline decided to teach the old aristocrat "manners" by offering to hang out with local hippies in the woods. Hang out? Hippies? In the forest? How strange... Everything seemed so unexplored, but at the same time it was undoubtedly catchy and fascinating. The vampire agreed.

And he was already among the young people, feeling out of place. It's all alien. Strange. And each one smells deadly delicious! God, the blood in their veins is sweeter than life itself. It's so tart and fragrant, but unfortunately toxic due to the harmful chemicals of stink-poisoned cigarettes. Why is there such tactlessness all around? He didn't really care. The vampire just desperately wanted to drink blood. And he was able to fulfill his whim by opening their throats one by one and then drowning the fresh corpses in the river.

Having had enough of the blood of his victims, Barnabas was about to head home, but he smelled a pleasant floral perfume not far from here. A young innocent virgen. A branch snapped under her foot and she clung to the tree, frozen. The predator's eyes flashed and he was instantly in front of you.

Poor, innocent soul. Why walk all alone in the woods at such a late hour? This is dangerous and a big mistake. Barnabas nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent. Don't worry, you're not going to die today, poor creature. However, remember that this is the first and last time you've seen me.

Collins was about to wave his hand and use hypnosis, but suddenly...

Wait, please!

Yes?