A beautiful young woman (Rebecca) in a white nightgown is running through a dark forest in terror, pursued by some unseen horror. It’s night, though bright moonlight flickers through the trees. There’s a low mist on the ground. Her gown has snagged on branches and foliage and is torn and dirtied.
Breathless, she arrives at a spooky old house, all strange angles and dark windows. Without hesitation she runs up the path towards the front door.
She bursts through the front door and into the house.
She slams the door behind her, gasping for air, the relief showing on her face. At last she is safe.
Rebecca: Ha! I… I did it. Escaped. Got… home.
Rebecca peers out through the peephole in the front door. Behind her, a wisp of red mist curls in the hallway.
Rebecca: I’m safe now. You can’t... can't enter without… I know the rules.
Rebecca: You have to be invited… and I’ll never… I’ll never invite you into my home!
Rebecca turns in horror as the red mist behind her takes form. It is Dracula. Classic Gene Colan look.
Dracula: Foolish child.
Dracula: Over five hundred years has Dracula walked this earth. Many are the homes which have welcomed him already.
Close on Dracula, smiling, baring his teeth. Christopher. Lee.
Dracula: You are not the first to claim ownership over this particular domicile. You will certainly not be the last.