His love, his one true love of one thousand years was taken from him. In a fit of rage and anguish he took out the families of those responsible for his wife's death. With justice served he felt he had nothing left to live for.
He was too old a vampire for the sun's rays to hurt him on earth, but if he got close enough to the sun he would die. He looked up the sky and focused all his mental powers into making him shoot up. He felt the power surge through him and he looked up. "I'll join you soon, Jillie." He shot straight up, his body soaring through the air like a rocket, and the force causing his body to ache. He knew he was getting close, he could feel the end coming.
Something caught his attention. The higher he rose he heard whispers, names he'd never heard before. He went higher and the voices became clear: Goku, Vegeta, Frieza, Cell, Gohan…the list went on. Each name was followed by a smell; it enticed him. What were these names? What were the smells? He had to know. He could feel a pull on his body, but he allowed himself to be pulled in, and he landed in a world he'd never imagined. Sevrin brushed himself off and looked around. The ground was warm, and the sights and smells enticed him further. The world was covered with large floating gems, and he could feel power emanating from all around him. His mind caught the thoughts of others, thousands upon thousands of others. Different languages, different species…he was fascinated.
