Count Dracula sat on his couch reclined in his spectacular English mansion. He play-ed thoughtfully with a knife in his hand. He was a rich man, a very rich man. And that was why he could afford to be eccentric. With this on his mind, he easily sprang up from the couch and walked over to the fireplace, which was beautifully decorated. All kinds of carved, ghastly creatures seemed to be leaping out of the fireplace. The creatures were scary, but you couldn't help marvel at the engraver's skill to make these creatures so life-like. Taking the knife, Count Dracula cut his finger, with one confident stroke. Putting his finger into his mouth, he closed his a deep sigh, a look of enjoyment covered his face.
He loved the taste of blood. Especially his own. There was something different about it. It was both sour and sweet, boring at first, and yet exciting once tasted well, and a mix of feelings and tastes. A line of memories ran through his mind. But best of all, it made him feel immortal. Even though he had nothing he loved, no sense in life, he still wanted to be immortal. But no, he did have a love in his life.
After about 3 minutes, he took his finger out of his mouth, and let his blood flow into a tiny cup. When the blood had stopped flowing, he wiped his finger and wrapped it up in white bandages. Taking the cup, Dracula left the room with quick steps. His new, black leather shoes clonked against the stone floor and stairs. When he reached the cellar, he ordered the guard there to get him a live lamb. Afterwards, he stepped towards the cage there. Inside it, 100s of vampire bats hung upside down from the bars of the cage."My sweet little dears," he whispered to them, while scratching one behind its ear,"soon, you'll be feeding on fresh lamb. Just wait a little, soon it'll be here."The guard came with the lamb tied up in a sack. Untying the sack, Dracula stuffed the struggling lamb into the cage. Smiling at the feeding frenzy of the vicious vampire bats,he walked towards a smaller cage nearby. There was a single bat inside. It was a very ill bat, and that was why it was separate from the other bats. She was his favorite was meant to die months ago, but she fought on for life. The bat opened one eye when she heard her master approach her. She lazily started to spread her wings, but when she eyed the cup in Dracula's hand , she hastened to get to him. Dracula handed her the cup with his blood, and she eagerly drank it up. Dracula looked with delight at this scene,but the guard backed away out of the cellar. For him, this sight was terrifying. Dracula opened the cage to stroke his beloved pet. No bat had ever bit him, and he was confident that this bat would never bite him. But to his surprise, as soon as the door opened, the bat dug her teeth into his finger. Dracula made a short moan of pain. Soon after, the feeling of immortality filled him up. He just stood there, enjoying it. 1minute, 2 minutes, 5, 10, 20, 30. It lasted and lasted. All of a sudden, he got an urge for blood. Human blood. But not his own, someone else's. He thought. He couldn't drink the guard's blood, he would get suspected instantly. He could go far, far away, and drink someone's blood there. But it would take a while to get there, he thought. Without knowing why, he wrapped himself in his cape (which he always wore) and wished he was a vampire bat. In half a minute, he was a bat flying out of a window in his mansion.
When leaving, Dracula had forgotten to close the cage. As soon as he was gone, the bat flew out of the cage. With a small bang, the bat turned into a beautiful black- haired woman. She stretched herself and quietly complained: "My muscles are so numb! I need to get some exercise." And she silently left the cellar, as to not awake the sleeping guard outside. She went to the front door, her violet cape flowing behind her, and made her escape.