He’s haunted your dreams for years. Whispers of where to find him, how he needs you. He will not let you rest until it’s time for him to be awoken.

And now it’s time.

Kneeling beside his open coffin, you slice open the side of your wrist, pressing it to his lips.

In a heartbeat you’re pinned where he once lay. His white eyes peer down at you as he drinks deeply. He pulls his fangs from your skin for a moment, practically breathless from the desperation of his feeding.

“Beloved.”