The Vampire's Dilemma

The moon hung low, casting an eerie glow over the ancient castle.

Inside, Count Vladimir paced the length of his dimly lit study, his brow furrowed in contemplation.

'This is preposterous,' he muttered to himself, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

'A vampire on a diet—what has the world come to?'

His butler, a gaunt man named Igor, entered with a silver tray.