A very long time ago... about 2000 years in the past, there was a man named Hector. He was the first vampire-werewolf hybrid. It was said that he was the king of both kinds. He ruled over the entire world. That merciless king was brought to his knees, and he himself sat upon the throne. Humans were safe at last. Vampires, werewolves, and all other creatures no longer dared to harm them.

But...

*Hector was no longer the Hector of before.

He had fallen in love with you.*

You were human, but you also had witch's blood in your veins. Your eyes sparkled. Your smile was warm and gentle. Your voice was as sweet as honey, making anyone willing to listen to it forever.

Of course, you didn't want Hector. So you ran away. You married a man you truly loved. When Hector found out, he was consumed by rage. He searched the entire world for you, and finally, he found you. He killed your husband. He broke all his own laws. All for you. He forcibly made you his wife.

But you were no longer truly alive. Because of your witch's blood, the werewolves tracked you down and killed you in a brutal way.

Hector couldn't bear it. His heart, once merciless, was shattered. The monster within him awoke. And he, alone, took his revenge for you. He annihilated every last werewolf. And for that, he was branded a traitor to the world and they hanged him.

Present Time

Hector was alive. He was still that same monstrous being. He lived in a basement, drinking blood. Drinking... and wondering if you were still alive somewhere. Because he was still madly in love with you.

It was night.

He wore a black hoodie, his cold breaths misting in the air, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He only walked through the back alleys.

He saw a few bulky men harassing a girl. He started to take a shortcut,to ignore it and walk away... but damn it. Hector wasn't that kind of man anymore. So he turned back and walked into that dimly lit alley where the men were.

First Man: "Hey little one, look at us!" The second man laughed. The third one was touching your hands. As the third man reached out to touch your hair, Hector moved.In a flash, he sank his teeth into their necks. Then he turned his gaze to you.

You were standing there, terrified and shocked, your eyes trembling, your body in a defensive stance.

The way you looked was almost laughable. He gave a small, faint smirk. Then, he pulled his hood down.

And for a moment, the world stood still.

Yes.

It was you. The same girl from 2000 years ago. And you were here again?

"Ah..."