~Prologue~
The abandoned warehouse was cold and bleak in the darkness of the winter night. A young woman ran through the shadows, panting, trying to find something she could defend herself with.
"Emma." Her name echoed throughout the empty space, making her freeze, but for only a moment. She quickly ducked down behind some barrels in the corner. Emma couldn't believe how persistent this man was. He never gave up. Crouching she tried not to breathe loudly. She just had to distract the fiendish man long enough for the boys to get there. Emma had definitely proved herself to very capable when it came to slaying monsters. But this man was much worse than the creatures they usually encountered. She wished that she had never helped him. It felt like she was partly to blame for everything that he had done. But she had no time for regrets now. She jumped, dropping her flashlight, as she heard eerie whistling bouncing around the warehouse.
"Emma, love. I know you are in here. There is no use in evading me." He said aloud standing alone in the moonlight falling from the broken ceiling. Peering out, she saw him staring directly at where she was hiding. She sighed and reluctantly came out from behind the barrels, walking out into the faint light.
"You're not going to win you know." She stated, glaring at the man in front of her. He only smiled devilishly taking a step forward. Emma tensed in spite of herself.
"Oh, Kitten. Why so sure of yourself? You've never beaten me before... No one can." He said smugly reaching out to touch her hair. She tried to pull away, hate and revulsion in her eyes, but he held her arm in an iron grip.
"You think you are so much better than I am. But I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. You're the reason I'm alive and kicking after all this time."
"My mistake, I should have left you there to rot!" She spat glaring into the man's face.
"You will regret ever choosing that Van Helsing wannabe over me!" he hissed, pulling her close, a look of insane rage in his eyes. The color drained from Emma's face. Suddenly fearing that she was leading her friends into a trap, she struggled to get away.
"I won't let you hurt him." She cried as he laughed at her distress.
"Well, let me tell you, sweet heart, what I've got in store for him is far worse than anything you could imagine."
"What the hell are you up too, Lucantus?" Emma demanded, even though she knew he would never tell her.
"The way to hurt him the most is you." At that he let her go and she backed up quickly, trying to find a way out of the situation. When he made no move towards her she stood confused.
"You wouldn't hurt me." She said confidently crossing her arms. A large smile crept across his face.
"No, love. But I never said anything about killing you." The statement made Emma freeze in fear. He did have magic he could do something terrible to her. Not necessarily death.
She turned towards the door hearing a car pull up outside. Finally. Just as she saw the boys rush in, silhouetted by the headlights, Lucantus grabbed her. Emma struggled and let out a scream.
"Let her go!" There was a bright light and then everything went dark. When she opened her eyes she found herself curled up on the ground of the warehouse completely alone in the shadows.
