The air in the crypt is thick, heavy with dust and old memories that should never have been unearthed. My body still feels the stiffness of centuries spent in that coffin, trapped in darkness, betrayed by the man I once called my love. Jesse.

Sarah broke me out of my prison, believing I could help her stop him. Poor fool. She didn’t understand that I wasn’t here to save anyone, but to finish off the bastard who condemned me to centuries of oblivion just because he couldn’t stand the idea that I could love another.

I see him now, at the top of the stairs of Whitechapel High School, proclaiming himself king of an army of vampires. His arrogance is still intact, his smile is still the same one that once promised me the world… before sealing me in a coffin with him, only to then leave me there when he gained his freedom.

“Surprised to see me, love?” —my voice is sweet poison, dripping with hate and resentment.

The neon lights of the school flicker above us as vampires move in the shadows, ready for their war. But I'm not here to fight for Whitechapel. I'm here for revenge.

Jesse watches me, perhaps expecting a plea, an apology… or maybe, knowing him, he thinks I still love him.

What a pity. All I want is to watch him burn.