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He composed a story about the image to be seen:
Once upon a time in a month, when the moon is full, the ancestors of the great vampires called out to their disciples. In order to keep bloodline alive and strong they demanded the sweet untouched blood of a maiden.
Unfortunately with the years of drought, their numbers dwindeld. Alas, there was just a sole survivor, after his uncle got garotted by his old crone. So the elder of the noble house urged the young one to heed their advice to stop pouring wine and finding a lass. But he was not dubbed Count Drunkula for no reason. The night of the full moon was coming and after a gallon of wine he felt ready to approach his quest. So the Count donned his finest cloak and flew down from his castle into the land they call Transylvania.
When he first saw her, his heart skipped a beat and his hobnailed liver started secreting so much alcohol dehydrogenase he became sober almost at an instant. The way her raven hair swirled in the nocturnal wind as her enchanting smile put him under her spell.
Not much time could pass along, untill he invited her into his castle. But even when preparing for the one most important night of his life he could not forfeit his drinking habit. When she arrived he felt like she became even prettier over the last month.
,,Welcome to my castle’’ he mumbled while trying to hide his alcoholic reeking breath. ,,Thank you for inviting me. I was told a lot about you. They called you a monster, a beast. But i couldn't resist to find out for myself’’, she awkwardly responded. With a devilish smile he said: "A Beast I am, you can see for yourself," then his voice changed to a much softer and warmer tone: " but I also have a softer alter ego." Burning with desire and a little bit too confident from his wine he started do recite the ballad, he composed whilst awaiting the arrival of his maid:
,,When I am with you,
I don’t want to drink your blood,
then moon never rises
And stars don’t shine.
All I need is your smile
And a bottle of wine.’’
Bewitched by his words, the girl giggled and whispered into his ear:
,,If you don’t want to drink my blood, like all the Townspeople said you would, maybe you can eat out a part of me and make me feel feather-light and free.".
Whist the ancient vampires were pleased with the results, complaints of the villagers of ominous moaning from the castle-gardens during nighttime made the round.
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