How can I stay in the dark for so long? What's the point in living when you "die" and come back into this hell? I lied there in my coffin, staring at the blackness that was wrapped around me. This was his fault. HE was the one who keeps damning me back to the ground. Revenge was set in my mind, but to launch a deadly vengeance against my son, I have to dig up. Up there he lies, caring less and less about life. He's a waste, he was always a waist.

I broke through the coffin, and dirt descended on top of me. I dug through, non-stopping, hatred fueling me up. I was coming for you…Cain. My fist finally crashed through the grave I slumbered in. I stepped out, dusting my black coat, and glanced at the world I left 12 years ago. I looked up at the sky, it was nearly noon I suppose. My body was cold, my hair was now longer and greyer, but I knew he would still recognize his father… How could he forget me?

I traveled back to my home. Knowing my young ignorant son, he still lived there. Maybe with the butler? And their sinful son. Hate. That's all I feel for them. They all deserved to die, maybe now they will? They never realized me, the real me. Human was I? No…Immortal. I could kill them all, but how should I enjoy their suffering, and make sure my son, butler, and damned grandson slowly die away from gruesome pain? I knew for sure me and Cain shall travel on memory lane…with a whip and my pipe.

There it was. At one of the highest windows, a light was on, and a slim figure stood there. I grabbed a brick that stuck out of the house, and began to climb up the mansion. The window was left open when I reached to the top. I hung there hanging onto the window sill.

"Shut the fuck up I don't need any of you!" His voice stated. I heard the door slammed, and I jumped out to surprise my boy. He quickly turned around to face me. "Who the fuck are you!?"

"What? You don't remember your old man?" I laughed and held out my arms.

"Uh…"

"Cain what have you done with your hair?" I asked. He looked at me speechless.

"I'm not Cain, I'm his son. And I fucking hate that bitch!" He yelled back at me. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"

"Hello," I smiled at the teenaged boy, "I'm Alexis."