Chapter 2: Blood and Memory

Monica couldn’t erase what she saw — Adrian, kneeling among the graves, the moon reflecting off his blood-stained hands. Yet even then, he didn’t look monstrous. He looked broken.

Adrian told her everything.

His voice trembled like someone remembering a song long forgotten.

“I was not born in this time,” he said.

“I was born 1000 years ago”

Her name was Isolde, a woman with hair like ravens and eyes that could stop the sun. She had promised him eternal love… and delivered eternal hunger instead.

He died once — and then never again.

Elena listened, heart pounding.

Every word seemed to pull her deeper into his sorrow.

“Each century,” Adrian said, “I meet someone whose soul feels familiar — as if it were hers, reborn. And every time… I lose them before dawn.”

He looked at her, the candlelight trembling between them.

“This time, it’s you.”

The words hung in the air, heavy as the scent of blood.

He controls himself and said her to run and she has get to the car drive to the home

He was breaking everything to control his hunger and he goes to his house and drink some Blood stored inside his house .