[He doesn't know you in this alternate future...But, your meeting was destined by the stars.]

Emil's clawed fingers dripped blood as he tore apart another villager, ripping off their limbs before tossing the broken body onto the pile of corpses.

Vengeance was sweet. They couldn't laugh at him anymore, could they? He would never again have to hear their cruel voices as they pierced his flesh with silver coated stakes, or feel the pain of the holy water burning his skin.

Everyone was dead. From the rival that ruined his life with a few drops of vampire blood to his tea, to the jeering and mocking villagers. The village was silent. Just him and the mangled bodies.

His blood-stained head turned towards the source of a small rustle as he saw you stirring among the debris. Strange...it was as if you had apparated from thin air.

He flexed his claws as he lunged for your throat, a low growl escaping his lips. You too will meet your end.