***
Dracula stumbled, sank to one knee with a pained cry, and nearly toppled over like a once proud oak struck down by age. Agony coursed through his veins, and he was suddenly very cold.
Grunting, the vampire rose to his feet, staggered a bit down the hall, and collapsed against the wall; the world around him swam and darkened.
“’Ey!” someone cried. “’Ey! You alright?”
Dracula murmured something.
Time seemed to speed up, for suddenly a man in an Andy cap was helping him up. “Don’t you worry,” he was saying, “we’ll get...”
Dracula went for his throat.