Ode To A Vampire

From the dark, he awakes,
Must avoid crosses & stakes.
Some describe his lair as dark & dank,
The smell is said to be quite rank.
Mold grows from cracks in the walls,
Blood stains most of the downstairs halls.
He only spends his days there,
During the nights he distributes fear.
A nip on the neck as they sleep,
Living flesh is what he seeks.
If the sun rises before he returns home,
All that will be left will be dust & bones.
He must avoid Holy water, lest he expires,
& if he does, he?ll be a healthy vampire.