in the middle of the night, a vampire was sitting by his bed, he was panting.
The vampire smiled, "Shadow," stammered Ken.
"Poor old man," said Shadow and pushed him into the pillow, he put a bottle in his mouth.
"Drink Ken, drink," he said, Ken drank fearfully and then sank back dead.

When he woke up again it was dark, he looked around with a groan, he was lying in the vampire's tomb, like then on air mattresses, blankets and pillows.And like then the vampire was lying next to him, he wanted to get up, but suddenly the vampire opened his eyes and held him tight.
"Stay in bed, sweetheart", he smiled, "Shadow", said Ken, "don't you understand me ..."
Shadow held up a mirror in front of him, and Ken stared at his reflection.
"What?", He breathed, he looked into the face of a 19 year old, in disbelief he felt his face, smooth, not this rough skin as usual.
Shadow smiled, "I said I'll find a way, now you're forever young, this potion I let you drink does it, do you want me to erase your memory of everything else?", Ken shook his head, sobbing he threw himself around Shadow's neck, the vampire held onto the trembling body.
"Are you staying with me now?", He asked, "Yes", Ken sobbed, "Well then", the vampire took him gently in his arms.