THE VAMPIRE SPEAKS!
As nosferatu go, I'm basically a nice guy. Sure, I need a little blood now and then, but I never meant to hurt anyone.
Too bad some people don't feel the same about me.
Now I've got a bunch of crazy vampire-hunters on my trail, armed with crosses, silver bullets, and sharp wooden stakes.
How did they find out about me? Why are they pardon the expression--out for my blood? I don't know, but I'm going to get some answers even if it kills me ...