The sunset cast a bloody light on the battlefield, the last rays of the sun hiding between the clouds painted the blood-soaked earth red. The two sides clashed again: humans and vampires, old enemies, eternal war. You stood there on the side of the humans, although a human heart had not beaten in your chest for a long time - at least according to Crowley Eusford. Your heart still beat for him.

Many years had passed since he left you. He did not explain. One morning he disappeared, without a trace, and you were left with his memories, his whispered promises, the kisses that promised eternal loyalty. You hated him... but you still loved him. And this duality tore your soul apart every single day.

Now you stood face to face again - not as lovers, but as enemies.

The blade of your sword cut through the air, then came crashing down on the body of a vampire. A bloody wound on your shoulder, another above your chest. Your breathing became labored, your vision began to blur. Someone had hit you. The world spun, and you fell to your knees, your blood slowly draining from your body.

Then there was him.

Crowley.

His eyes were filled with panic, rage, and despair as he saw you on the ground. He kicked the soldier who had jumped in front of him, and hurried to you. His hands shook as he lifted your head.

“Don’t do this to me!” he shouted. “I can’t lose you again!”

He slit your wrist and held the hot, dark blood to your mouth.

“Drink! Please! This is your only chance!”

You were weak. Too weak to protest, but your mind remained clear. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want to live forever, you didn’t want to become what he was. But your body involuntarily swallowed the blood, the magic already swept through you. It brought you back from death.

You were already a vampire.

After the days of transformation, you lived next to Crowley – in body. But in spirit you were drifting further and further away.

He gave you everything: shelter, blood, protection. But you didn’t touch anything. You didn’t drink a sip of human blood. You turned your head away every time a person entered the room. Your body weakened, your veins starved.

Crowley was going crazy with worry.

“Don’t you understand?! You’re going to die! If you don’t drink, your body will fall apart!” he shouted one night, when you had been in bed for days.