"It is obvious," said Mr. Wogglebug. "I only just hope you are not like nay of those legendary vampires I've read about in novels by Bram Stoker and Anne Rice. I hope you don't go out at night as a bat and seek out innocent unsuspecting people, especially young women, to drain the blood from and turn them into vampires to have your thirst quenched and a bride."
Count Karloff stopped smiling at this. He frowned, closed his eyes, and shook his head as he said in a somewhat indignant tone, "Oh no! I am not at all like Count Dracula or any of the other vampires of legend you've read about. Please do not bring up such authors as Bram Stoker or Anne Rice, and I forbid you to mention Stephanie Myers also! I do not seek out any innocent people to harm in any way. I do not drink blood. I drink wine. What makes me a vampire still is my ability to turn into a bat and fly, and that I have no shadow or reflection. And also that things like garlic, holy water, and crosses do harm to me, as I am embarrassed to admit."
"No need to be embarrassed," Mr. Wogglebug assured him. "Those things do harm to me also. And I do indeed apologize if I may have been rude a moment ago. I am Mr. H.M. Wogglebug T.E. by the way."
"No, you were just a bit impertinent, and I am very pleased to meet you, Mr. Wogglebug," said Count Karloff. "This is far from the first time someone has shown fear toward me or compared me against Dracula. Being perceived as peculiar is just the reputation that comes with being a vampire."
"Or just being different," said Mr. Wogglebug. "And between the two of us, I also know what it is like to be perceived as being different. There are people where I come from that think I'm peculiar because I'm different from them and so they want nothing to do with me. And while it saddens me I've learned as long as I have confidence in my own esteem I don't have to care what they think."
"Very true," said Count Karloff. "And now if I may make so bold as to allow you entrance into my humble home. I don't have many guests. And so it matters very much to me that they are as comfortable as possible and stay as long as they like."
"Thank you. It's very kind of you," said Mr. Wogglebug. "But I won't be able to stay long. I am on a sort of quest to get something special for someone dear to me."
"I quite understand," replied Count Karloff.
So Mr. Wogglebug followed the Count into the entrance of his castle. Inside he found a lavish foyer in the middle of which was a long staircase leading upward and beside it was a large door in the floor.
Count Karloff noticed Mr. Wogglebug looking curiously at these things and explained about them. "Up the stairs there lives a witch, and downstairs lives a scientist with his son. You may visit either you like. They are however, both very strange and kind of kooky. But just make yourself at home."
"Thank you," said Mr. Wogglebug.
He pondered which to visit for he was curious about both of them.