Transylvania, in our presence. As every morning, the noble daughter Melady Virgain made herself pretty for the day. There seemed to be a little bit of aristocracy left where she lived. She breathed in the fresh morning air. It was by no means easy as a noblewoman, she had to gather strength. So she decided to take a little walk through the small streets.

"Ah, that's good ... well?"

A car came to a stop on a small street in front of her. A handsome man with black short hair, sunglasses on and wrapped in a black coat got out. He noticed her and waved to her.

"Him again..."

She made a face and then pulled away.

"Deylon ... well. He'll have reasons to stay here."

Melady had a secret idea that Deylon would have something to do with the old castle. A popular tourist catcher, legend has it that Count Dracula once peddled in it.

"Dracula ... and I still believe in fairy tales. Really. Although, this thought is appealing.

She raved about a gentleman who would visit her at night in her bedroom, of course through the open window, and would give her the "vampire kiss".

"Wonderful ... no, I hate vampires. Stay strong ..."

When she had cleared her head again, she went to her family's villa.

"Miss Virgain, would you have the kindness to hurry up? Your tutor is about to arrive." the butler informed her.

"But what ... I thought he was on sick leave?"

"We found a replacement."

Melady paused, who could it be? Almost everyone in the settlement knew that it could be very difficult.

"Well ... well, I'll change then."

She went to her room, closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

"Wait, I only know one person who could take me. This Deylon. But ... that's impossible ... No, totally out of the question!"

She looked sadly out of her wide-open balcony window.

"Well, if you have to ..."

And then Melady saw him, a shadow, for just a second. A bush rustled, a small breeze betrayed movement, a twitch, then the phenomenon was over again. She touched her crucifix pendant that was bedded on her luscious chest.

"... demons ..." she breathed.

A little apprehensive, she went back from the balcony to her safe room. When Melady turned around, however, a surprise awaits her. Someone said:

"You noticed, didn't you?"

Now they were facing each other, Deylon on the other side of the room looked deep into her eyes with a serious look.

"I do not know..."

A moment of calm entered the room, only the slight sound of the wind could be heard. Both faced each other like petrified figures.

Then Deylon broke the silence."Will you let me taste you, my lady?

Melady's eyes widened. She put on an expression of bewilderment.

"I beg your pardon? But ... but that can't ... You are not ..."

"No, of course not. I hate blood. I was just kidding." he grinned.

"Oh, you! For a moment I really thought you were ..." Melady began.

"I would be what ...?" Deylon wanted to know and approached her.

She turned away from him in a huff. "Nothing!"

"Ah, be that as it may be yours. I'm your private tutor today." he grinned darkly.

"Well ... I almost suspected that ..." she sank down on her bed.

"Really? Well, duty calls!"

He got a whole stack. Books out of an old bag and put them in front of the young lady.

"Here, and now learn, in the meantime I'll make myself comfortable on the balcony.

Melady sighed. "I have another choice ... No, all right ..."

She asked him something: "Tell me, why do vampires love the blood of pretty women, especially aristocrats?"

Deylon gave a short laugh. "Well, dearest, the blood of immaculate young women is particularly invigorating and at the same time vitalizing. Count Tepes Dracul loved to flirt with women until he lost himself and became what you call" Count Dracula ".

Melady thought about it. "Dracula could possibly exist? Is that what you're telling me?" she wanted to know from Deylon.

He ran a quick hand through his hair. "Not" could ", he does! Just not in the way people usually do. And he's interested in you ..."

"About me."

"Yes, you are very much like his one-time lover."

Melady's collar burst. "That's enough! Stop it! Every child knows that Dracula is just a fictional character! He doesn't exist!"

"Oh ... then why is my last name Van Hellsing?" he looked amused.

"You ... you are a descendant of Van Hellsing?"

"Yep, and I still have a bill to settle with my old friend Dracul ..." with these words he left Melady's room.

"Deylon ..."