It was a dark and lonely night on 1512 Buxingham Street in London. It had been a hot day that gave way to a humid night. A slim figure floated out of the thick mist, her heels clicking loudly against the cobblestone road. Brushing her soft black hair off her face, she clutched documents close to her chest. She entered a shabby house with a second floor window illuminated by pale light.
Entering the house, she went to the hall closet and dug around for a suitcase.
"Eliza? What are you doing?" A male asked. The black haired girl whipped around and faced her husband. Her mouth curled into a frown. Sighing, she replied:
"I'm leaving, Allen. I've had it with you.". Allen gasped.
"Why?" he asked simply.
"Because I'm done with you and your fantasy nonsense. You're always locked up in that dusty old study typing away. It's boring when there's no danger to having an affair with other men." Eliza said plainly. She threw the documents at Allen.
"Those are the divorce papers. Fill them out." she commanded. Allen procceeded into the kitchen and began filling out the forms as his wife packed her suitcase. He dropped his pen as Eliza slammed the suitcase on the table.
"Good. Now get out." she snapped. Allen silently picked up the suitcase, grabbed his coat and headed out the door. That's when it happened.
Crossing on to a lonely street in the ghetto of London, Allen was headed for the train station. He was still shocked about Eliza's cruelty, and not focusing on where he was going. He slammed into a man. Allen, slightly embarrased, shuffled away from him when he felt a powerful hand grab his shoulder and slam him into a brick wall. Allen didn't have time to react when he felt the same hand throw him into another wall. Then he felt fists batter him with sharp blows. He slowly started to lose conciousness...then everything went white.
"Allen! Allen! Wake up, son!" a voice called out. Allen rose. He didn't feel the pain of the beating, so he thought maybe he was under morphine.
"Am I...in the hospital?" he asked.
"No. You're dead. You took some heavy blows from that bloke back there." the voice said, chuckling. Allen jumped up.
"I'm dead?!"
"Yes..." the voice replied, sighing. "But luckily, we've decided to give you another chance. In an alternate universe lies a vampire's body. His name his Allen too, and his mistress believes she can coax her lover's soul back from here...do you feel up to the challenge?"
"Yes! Anything! Oh please, I didn't want to die!" Allen replied excitedly. The voice laughed.
"Good luck, son..."
Allen felt light and calm. Suddenly, he slammed into the vampire's body as he struggled to breathe. His loud gasps drowned out the cries of the maids.
"Mistress Rosa! He's alive!" one cried out. It was a little fuzzy, but Allen could make out a slim figure that appeared in the doorway. In his confusion, he passed out.