A look of eyes as black as darkness itself, an incredible night with the man of my dreams - and I’m in the midst of a supernatural mess, where the main prize is death! My savior is a natural psycho and owner, his brother is just a psycho, but at least with humor, and around there are a bunch of descendants of the fanged Romanian count. Not only do they run around under the scorching sun and don’t even sneeze, but they also dream of dancing on the bones of one poor journalist, who just yesterday had no idea about their existence! Brad, you say? I’ll answer: yes, but this is what’s happening to me! There was no need to drag yourself to that cafe by the road...