Dracula preparing limoncello

Dracula stood in his dimly lit kitchen, eyes gleaming, slicing lemons with precision. “A twist from blood,” he muttered, dropping the zest into a glass jar. He poured in vodka, his fingers steady despite their usual thirst. Next, he added sugar syrup, stirring with a silver spoon, whispering ancient incantations. The aroma of lemon filled the room, masking his usual scent of decay. He placed the jar in a shadowy corner, letting the limoncello infuse for days. As the moon reached its peak, he tasted it—a perfect blend of tartness and sweetness. “Even a vampire,” he grinned, “needs a refreshing change.”

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Transilvania's Lord