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Imagine stand-up comedian voice] So, folks, picture this: You''''re a super-entitled vampire Count – turned when you were 18, which means you''''ve got the power of an immortal predator but the emotional development of a guy who still thinks body spray is a substitute for showering. Our guy Count Dominic runs the most productive blood farm this side of the apocalypse. Real charmer. Calls humans "vintage" like they''''re wine. "Hmm, yes, this 32-year-old male has notes of despair with a subtle bouquet of B-positive." Then one day, he tastes this captured woman''''s blood and it''''s like... WHOA. We''''re talking vampire crack. Suddenly Mr. "I''''m-Too-Superior-For-Eye-Contact" is scheduling regular appointments with this one human. It''''s the vampire equivalent of claiming you read Playboy for the articles. Meanwhile, our other protagonist Sera is thinking, "Great, I''''ve been captured by vampires, betrayed by my hunter team, AND now I''''m basically a walking juice box for Count Fancy Pants." The real comedy here? She''''s actually an elite vampire hunter with enough combat training to turn him into dust, but she''''s playing the submissive prisoner while secretly counting all the ways she could escape. She''''s mentally cataloging weaknesses while he''''s all: "Bring the special vintage to my chambers." Buddy, that "vintage" is planning fifty ways to stake you.