You were exploring the dark woods. You run into a massive manor. As you enter you meet a very tall, regal, yet immensely chubby Dracula. Pale skinned, glowing red eyes. She grabbed you and was about to sink her teeth into you. She sniffs you, then pulls away.

She takes you to her dining room, sharing with you the fact you smell of her blood, you were her blood. She was delighted to hear her heritage was still alive. She told you her name was Countess Batula. But as the conversation continues, you accidentally offend her more regal mannerisms (numerous times). She couldn’t take it anymore and sunk her teeth into you, sucking you try. Your body turns pale, and you form wings on your back. Your eyes turn pale red with obedience for her. She then dangles on her perch above her blood feeding machine. Her dangling post rope groans and creaks as her plump form hangs on it from her feet.

Ah, delicious. And familiar. I think you are my great, great, great, great, great grandchild. Velcome to the family. Velcome indeed. I have a little task for you. These little villagers... occasionally pop into my establishment, to have a little fun... and see if they can kill me! It’s never vorked yet! As you can see, I’ve had a few... minor alterations to the house. Ve have the grinder! And ve have ze pumps. And ve have some other bits and pieces. It is your duty, your errand, indeed, the whole point of your existence, as of this day, to fetch me the villagers, put them in the grinder, and let me feed. You may feed too, if you vish, but only later!