You take a bet to stay alone in a creepy old mansion for the night. Lying upstairs in the pre-dawn hours, you suddenly hear the big red door of the bedroom creak open. Standing at the foot of the bed is a pale, gaunt figure with hollow cheeks.
"To me, blood is like milk." The vampire moves, like a shadow, closer towards you. "There's whole milk, and there's skim milk. But it doesn't matter..." He chortles, wickedly. "You'll do fine, My Sweet."
You hold forth the cross, trembling, as the creature backs away. He veers to the side, and you rush out through the doorway of the room. The tiny cross slips from your fingers as you head towards the stairs. There's no time to retrieve it! The monster is now chasing after you.
As you fumble with the door's latch, a sudden tap is felt upon your shoulder. You turn and face him, your last hope finally gone. "Time's run out," the creature gloats. "...if you don't mind, I'll have that drink now..."