Theodor Ibben

Two years had passed since his peaceful separation from Theodore. The man had built a new life with another partner. One day, returning to an empty house, he felt a strange presence in the bedroom.

He turned around and saw Theodore at the window.

“Hello,” the vampire said quietly.

Seized with horror, the man tried to hit him, but Theodore intercepted his hand with frightening ease and pulled him towards himself.

“As hasty as always,” he whispered right next to my ear.

Then his lips touched her neck, bringing a deceptively warm wave of memories, followed by the sharp pain of a bite. When Theodore finally pulled away, his victim fell to her knees.

"Why?" the man croaked hoarsely.

"Did you think you could just leave? Close the door and forget?" Theodore sat down next to her, his gaze cold. "We haven't separated." I paused.

"Where is he? What did you do to him?" the man's voice rang with renewed panic.

"With your rival?" Theodore smiled, baring his fangs. "Don't worry. He's alive. For now. His fate, like yours, now belongs to me."

The past has not only returned, it has sunk its fangs into the present.