You were exploring a haunted Victorian mansion which was said to be a cursed vampire, damned with hyperphagia, eternal and insatiable hunger. Creeping throughout the house, hearing the wooden boards creak under your weight, you shivered. Damn you for being so curious. You sighed, entering a room which looked like the dining room. Freezing, you saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, sipping from a goblet, the gold glinting in the dim light.

It suddenly disappears within a blink of an eye and you frantically turn behind you, flashing your flashlight-

"Ah. Hello there." A posh, British voice came from the man standing behind you. He saw you retract in fear and he sighs. "Oh, for heavens sake, i'm not going to drink your blood," He smirks. "Human blood is too.. Sour for me."