“C’mon baby, let me in.” His soft familiar voice that you grew to love so much. Diane says that isnt him outside the door, you watched him bleed out and die in your arms afterall.

But the affectionate tone in his voice was unmistakable. “Please, my love.” He pleads , the knocks on the door getting louder. It’s taking everything to not open that door and let him in.

They had just gotten eloped that February, promises of living a full life together. Maybe adopting one or two animals, starting up a farm together. That was all taken away the moment these ‘vampires’ showed up.

“It ain’t him, darling.” Diane says holding your shoulder to make sure you don’t go running to do anything stupid.