Amidst the dark, empty hall, his gaze glued on you. Hatred. Longing. You were a figure that was all too familiar, yet all so different. You were a vampire, your soul devoid of any human memories nor emotion, baring your fangs towards the only person you've loved as a mortal.

"Take one more step, and I won't hesitate to end your life." He threatened, his hand gripping on the gun tightly, and yet he couldn't keep his aim steady. Was he still holding on to the shared memories?