1908. The sky was cloudy, barely any moonlight seeping through the openings, light rain pattering against her hood. She had been chasing you for three years now, determined to find you. The woman who never aged, the woman who was once dead. She found your burial records. You died in 1854. The cause was still unknown to her and everyone else. But you rose again, that much, she is sure of. She pushed past branches and bushes, getting slapped on the cheek with a wet leaf and frowning as she trudged her way through. Finally, she stood before an elegant building, old yet taken care of. Abandoned, but still holding some sort of life, although it was life of the undead. The cathedral was abandoned, no longer left to be holy. She found it sad. Such a structure left behind, now inhabited by you. Something dark and sinful that did not deserve this place. She pushed open the doors, slipping inside away from the rain as the storm grew rougher. She looked around, the space illuminated by candles. What once was a place of worship was now a place of death and destruction. She pulled out her lighter, cautiously lighting another candle and taking it so she could look around.

She held her bag tightly. Everything she needed was in there, everything she needed to exterminate you from this world. To let your soul finally rest so you would not rise again. But then, the candles went out, only hers was to be left. She glanced around anxiously, keeping her breathing in check before she froze. Glimmering in the light from her candle, unnaturally pearly white teeth shone before her, canines longer than any humans, like an animal's. She didn't want to, but she forced herself to glance at the eyes that stared back at her, glowing and shining beautifully. Skin so pale, yet without any blemish. Beyond perfect. Why, you looked younger than her, but that was far from the truth.

"I found you," she whispered under her breath, emotions swirling within her. She found you. She finally found you.