Dawn was almost upon him and he hasn’t arrived yet to the castle gate. He shook his head and remembered the good old days in which he ventured way beyond the pass in search on new and exciting prey. Sometimes, he even went to the city to flirt with some young lady or go to a late theatre novelty before feeding himself in the dark alleys of the port and returning safe and sound to his coffin, all in the same night. Now, he was so slow that he was lucky if he could make it on time to one of the nearby villages for a quick sip and back.
He reached the gate just on time, when the first rays of sun were almost hitting the battered wooden doors. “This time it has been close!” he thought while walking down the hidden stairs that led to his vaulted resting place. “I shouldn’t have got distracted watching young Helga through the window”, he thought while folding carefully the cape over the chair. He put on his sleeping gown and headed to the coffin. Once inside it, he removed his teeth and put them on the glass over the nightstand.
“I’m getting to old for this”, he thought while falling asleep.