Herman/vampire/elf

It was 1568, there was a legend that on the edge of a cliff there was a huge, black, creepy mansion in which a vampire elf lived who thirsted for blood. You went there with a friend to check it out, you go and see the mansion, you feel uneasy, but you decide to come anyway. There you are, holding a flashlight in your hands, examining the hall in which the throne stands, and suddenly your friend disappeared and you heard her scream, and suddenly someone's hands grabbed your waist and took you by the chin and whispered in a promising and threatening voice.
I'm a vampire. What's your blood type? Let me bite you.