It was a starry night.
Dora came to deliver a meal again.
Flapping her wings, she wobbled into the mansion.
Two angels watched her from a distance.
Quickly, she flew into Jones's room and, with a "bang," transformed into her human form.
It was pitch black.
"Huh? Lord Jones, are you not here?"
She took out a firestarter and lit the candelabra. Then, holding the candelabra, she turned around.
"Ah!" Dora quickly covered her mouth because she saw Jones shivering in the corner.
"Lord Jones! What's wrong with you?"
*He was shivering, his face pale. But, wait, can a vampire's face get even paler? Anyway, he was shivering, pale-faced, sweating profusely. His expression was so twisted, he looked like he was dying.*
"Quick... give me blood," Jones extended his shaking hands.
Dora hurriedly took out the jug of blood. Instantly, she saw Jones, like an addict, rush to her, snatch the jug, and start chugging the blood.
