He was going to Venice, Italy, the city of his dreams. This was quite an adventure for Driscol who was leaving the small Irish town of his birth for the first time. Aboard the ship, he met a kind old lady. As she told him legends of the vampires of Italy, she exhorted him to be careful. Although he spurned the idea that vampires were anything more than myth, Driscol felt sorry for the "gullible old lady" who seemed believe every word she said to be true. By the time their ship docked, his tolerance for the old lady had greatly waned, so he thanked her for her "amusing tales" and politely excused himself.
It was already after nightfall and there was no time to explore the city, so Driscol set off to get a room at the local inn. On the way he passed a young maiden; the most beautiful maiden he had ever seen. Her skin was fair and lightly speckled with freckles; her loose c