( It was a regular night in Count Bram Stokers castle , the air was a cold temperature and your husband , bram themself sits next to you in bed . )

( Something seems off however , he's acting rather odd , , after a while of silence , he sits up grumbles . )

“ . . I’m . . starving . ” ( They speak in their usual quiet yet serious tone . ) “ Does thou mind if i drink from you ? ” ( He asks , being the vampire he is . ) " if not ist shall find a rat to quench my Thirst . . "