Such a beautiful night tonight. Cold and no moonlight. The stars crisp and clear and looking like you could pluck them straight from the skies. This is the type of night when lovers stroll arm in arm and stop to stare at the stars. A perfect night for hunting.

I love to melt from shadow to shadow stalking my prey. I could walk up and kill anywhere, anytime and anyone I choose, for nothing can harm me, but that is not our way. For those of us that hunt, it is the thrill of stalking that excites us, and of course, at the end the feed.

I am Count Drako Valenjo. Many years ago I left my homeland in Romania, Transylvania to be exact, to travel to what at the time was a new colony, Australia.

It was becoming very tiresome in my homeland. Nothing can harm us but it becomes tiresome when the peasants are constantly harassing you. When they keep burning your home. I had not had a good days sleep for weeks when I decided to leave.

All this carry on because I snacked on the odd virgin or two. There are that many peasants so that a few missing is no big deal. Actually I was doing them a favour by keeping the village size down to a manageable level.

I bboked passage on an old tramp steamer. So called “sea sickness” kept me indoors, out of the sunlight. One night hunger drove me out on the deck where I found a sailor on duty. I found him to be a tasty meal. Quietly I slid him overboard and left an empty rum bottle in his place. As I hoped, they thought he got drunk and fell overboard.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, however I admit I was getting extremely hungry. We can go a long time without feeding but there is a point where hunger takes over and we loose control.

What’s this? A lonesome female standing in a doorway and no-one around. This is just too easy. Slowly I walk up to her and give her ‘the look’. She can tell that she is in the presence of an aristocrat, for she drops her eyes in submission.

I can see the vein pulsing in her throat. Slowly, carefully I pull her towards me. Meekly she tilts her head and offers her throat. As my teeth sink in the trance breaks. She tries to struggle and scream but only a gurgle escapes past her lips.

So tasty, ever so tasty. Not a virgin but good nonetheless. I drain her completely then drop her, cast her aside, for she has served her purpose. Satisfied I stroll on, enjoying the night. Ah! I love Australia, no-one here believes in vampires.