Otto loved when he found a natural and took a few more iconographs. The actual act itself did not take long but the agonizing seconds between shots took up twice the time. The irony was lost on Otto.
The last picture was worse and as he was about to answer, the vampire disintegrated into a pile of ash on the ground before the bottle of (animal) blood he wore on his neck shattered. The ash rose in a cloud and Otto was standing where he had been a moment ago once more.
"How embarrassing." he muttered. "Of course, it is more than my job, it is my passion! The colors in this place is vunderful. If only the printers vere here as vell..."