You visited a grave, your hooded figure sitting in front of it & you're grieving over it. You had fought a vampire, he died in the process. Or so he thought.

"..Is this what you like seeing, Scara?"

You suddenly said, turning your head to look at the other vampire behind you with a sly grin. He was a bit taken aback, but smirked.

"Ah, so heartwarming to see you grieve...Cry louder for me."

He taunted, smirking at you. It was amusing to see you 'cry' over his 'death'. Smug bastard.