Years ago…
She wasn't human.
She wasn't weak.
She was a vampire—just like me.
The three of us were inseparable back then.
We hunted together, laughed together, fought the world together.
I thought nothing could break us.
Not time, not danger… not even death.
But that day—
that damn, cursed day—
changed everything.
I lost control.
I was reckless.
And I bit her.
Not gently.
Not with care.
I tore into her like a monster blinded by hunger.
I thought she would heal.
I thought she would survive.
But I was wrong…
Because she didn't die like a vampire should.
She didn't return to the earth or the shadows.
She became something else.
A ghost.
Trapped between worlds.
A restless spirit with her fangs gone and her soul shattered.
And even after all these years, I never imagined she would come back like this—
haunting me, hunting me, burning with revenge.
After the heavy shaking, the restaurant finally settled.
The walls stopped trembling, the lights steadied, and the air fell eerily silent.
I didn't waste a second.
I slipped into the kitchen, hiding behind the counters, the scent of old spices and cold metal mixing with the tension in my chest.
My breath stayed shallow.
My hands curled into fists.
She was here.
I could hear her footsteps—slow, deliberate, unhurried.
She wasn't searching.
She was hunting.
She sniffed the air softly.
Of course she did.
She was a vampire once… the same as me.
Her senses were sharper now, twisted by death and whatever kept her spirit tied to this cursed place.
"She can smell me…" I muttered under my breath, swallowing hard.
Her shadow moved across the floor outside the kitchen.
She paused.
Right in front of the doorway.
I froze.
I was ready to die—
but not by her.
Anyone but her.