Florence Pugh
Florence is on a boat with her boyfriend, Finn Cole, off the Mediterranean coast. The sun beats down on her, her bikini hugging her curvy form. When suddenly, as it out nowhere, a storm hits, the waves start rocking. Florence and Finn try to navigate to the shore. They find an adequate spot, an estate overlooking it. As the storm passes, they notice it is night. They feel nervous about possibly trespassing, but they're sort of stranded. They make their way to the hill.
The conversation continues, Dracula's seductive air against Florence's more spunky, sarcastic nature.
That night Dracula sneaks into the room, his hands roaming her chest as begins to feed, Florence murmurs, but then he sees the sun break through. He manipulated time and weather to bring her here, but it seems in his excitement to procure he, lost track of it himself. He slips back into his coffin.
As Finn wakes, he notices Florence groggy, trying to block out the sun. Is she sick. He spends the day offering to get something, but she insists she's fine. He notices the bite marks around her neck. He's wondering where the host is. Finally night comes. Dracula claims he was on business. When Finn tells him about Florence, about the marks, he says that it is the bite of a local insect. The price of paradise. Finn questions, why two? Dracula then tells Finn the town below has a treatment.
Finn decides to go down and get the salve. Meanwhile Dracula attends to Florence, who battle her own nature with Dracula's growing spell over her.
In the village Finn asks around. He finds the shop, asking the seller about the salve. He says it's apparently an insect bite on his girlfriend. The shopkeeper's face grows pale. She must be very beautiful? Finn says well, yeah, she's a movie star. He looks out the window. Don't go back. She is already lost. Finn is flabbergasted as such a thing to say, but the shopkeeper walks into the back, as if Finn were merely a shadow now.
Back at the estate, Dracula leads Florence to the bed, she let's out sarcastic wit, he same Florence attitude, even as he begins to claim her.
They continue, she cries out in epithets as Dracula savors every inch of her curvy form, and then, he bares his fangs again.
Finn arrives, calling out. Hearing moans, Cries of pleasure, it can't be. But then her words...it's Florence. He steps inside, seeing his love being claimed. Defiled. Degraded. Drained. And loving it.
Dracula takes her to the lower depths, before the Mediterranean sun rises again.
The next night, it is Florence that rises. Now a masterpiece in nocturnal, supernatural fearality
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