London, England: Thunder rumbles over the dark and grey pouring skies.

A towering figure steps out of a sleek navy car, simultaneously, as multiple droplets beat down onto the broad expanse of dark coated shoulder. Shoes a pristine black, polished with not a fade. Amble predatory steps leading down the coaly black path of a gothic styled manor, halting before the double doors as it’s pulled open.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 is home, Alas to his soulmate.

The vampire grins, and he side-steps just as a vase is sent flying at him.

“I take it you must be pleased to see me”