The sad vampire part lll




"After a few nights, when we got back to the castle, she..she..asked if I minded if she took up her old hobby. Of course my dear. " Said Drac as he took a LARGE drink of wine.
"Well", said Vlad, "What is wrong with that...these new women are  more independent than those of our time."
"She ..she cooks." Said Drac, "she knows that we do not eat,  at least not often, but she said it is her joy."
"If it was HER joy, it was mine, I had  the kitchens of the Castle rebuilt..all stainless steel, the formal dinning Hall restored."
"Well, if she is good at it, give the food to the poor, there are places...I am sure that in these times..the daylight people would"..said Vlad...
"Vlad, you don't understand...she..she is from Rome..in Italy."
Vlad's face turned even paler.."Count, you..don't mean..."
"Yes, she is Italian...everything is cooked in... in...garlic!!!!!!"