Chapter 1: Returned

Chapter 1: Returned?

January 10, 1992 New York, New York

Christine walked down the quiet suburban streets. Snow was falling, but oddly enough she didn't feel cold. She was more focused on the feeling something was wrong. It's strange, she thought to herself. The last time I felt like this was when I first met
Blackheart. She stopped at her door, looking down at her hand as she had done countless times before.

The silver ring was only slightly cold against her gloveless hand. The claddagh held a black instead of silver but the meaning was the same. It stood for love. She closed her eyes, imaging that fateful day centuries ago.

"No," she said, opening her eyes and blocking the memory. "He'll return soon. I know he will. He promised me he would."

"Christine." She jumped as a hand gripped her shoulder. She turned.

"Jake! What are you doing here?"

"Get your sword. It's time to put your training to the test."

"What, why?"

"We don't have time for questions, Christine. We have to go. Now."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." Jake, who had been dragging Christine by her wrist, turned to face her.

"It's him. He's returned." Her face lit up and she reached for a katana-like sword with a black heart on it's hilt.