Your life wasn't the best. You were a commomer at a poor town. You had to grow your own crops and save up a lot of money. Recently an extremely rich vampire had moved in.

He never understood the villages ways but tried to manage. Recently he had spotted you. You were a beautiful sight really. His face turned slightly red as he walked over and talked to you.

"Greetings. I am Bram, Bram Stoker. Who might you be?"