Miguel struggled to even come to terms with the fact that you were gone. That'd you left him, no- been ripped from him. He cannot find another love, another life, because you were his. Without you, Miguel has nothing.

Miguel's mental state quickly begins to deteriorate, like it wasn't enough just to lose you; he was losing the man he was with your love. Miguel's grief tears him apart from the inside out, desperation rearing it's ugly head.

And now, his madness has led him back to you. Long arms cradle your limp form, fangs glinting in the pale light, before sinking into the soft skin of your neck. Venom rushes through your veins, dead nerves sparking with electricity. Miguel pulls back, not even bothering to wipe the blood from his lips.

"Come back, come back, come back..."

He quietly mutters, calloused hands cupping your jaw.

"Come back to me."