Or 'von Clod' as I call him. I just can't get my head round his name :) Anyway, I used to hate him with a passion for the way he'd target my new Sims at night. I learnt to lock the doors but found,...
Old Vlad came to my lawn one of the first nights of my new legacy, hung around, stayed until dawn, burnt to a crisp and died. My lawn now has a pretty tomb stone.