Yorkshire, England, 1913

The freshly carved gravestone cast shadows of its words in the moonlight as the young man placed a small chained crucifix on it. Eli Fairweather sighed and rubbed the chocolate brown eyes behind his glasses, then ran his fingers along the words etched into the stone:

Genesis Winters 1897 – 1913

"Hello," he said running his fingers over the shape of the 'G'. "I brought this back for you." He touched the crucifix and ran his fingers back through his red hair his eyes shining. "I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't save you. I should have done better. And now I have to do what I promised…" He took a wooden stake out from his coat and looked at it with misty eyes. "The thing is though… I'm not sure I can." He sighed. "Forgive me, Genesis," he said, took out a shovel and began to dig.

"What are you doing?" snapped a voice in the darkness behind him. Eli's heart skipped about five beats then made up for it by banging like a drum. He dropped the shovel and the bag he had had slung over his shoulder and stood up to face whoever had spoken. As he realised who it was his thudding heart froze again. A young woman stood in the shadow of the graveyard glaring daggers at him. Eli felt as though the bottom had dropped out of his stomach. If it could be worse than this he had yet to know of it.

"What are you doing here, Miss Winters?"

"I should ask you the same thing," snarled Elizabeth Winters, hazel eyes ablaze with hatred. "I have a right to mourn at my sister's grave. You are not welcome here, Fairweather."

"Do you think she meant nothing to me?" asked Eli. "I cared for her. I would never have hurt her."

He knew before the words had left his lips it would do no good. Like everyone else in this village, no one believed him. They all thought he was the one who had killed her. He was the one who 'found' her. He was the one covered in her blood. He was the one who she had taken an unnatural friendship to in a small space of time. That was the problem nowadays. No one believed in vampires anymore. They thought they were beyond believing fairytales. If they only knew. Elizabeth came up to him in the darkness.

"You shouldn't be here," he said. "It's dangerous."

"Is that a threat?" asked Elizabeth, raising her eyebrows. Eli felt confused.

"No. Why would it be a …"

"I know, Fairweather, so there's no point in playing dumb," she snapped. Eli tried to answer but she cut him off before he started. "I know what you did to her. I may be a woman. I may be delicate, but I'm not stupid. I know it was you."

"Elizabeth, I…"

"Don't deny it! I saw her!" Elizabeth shouted. "I saw her sneak out every night to go to you. Every night for a year: ever since you came she did it. I knew you were trouble. You monster! Sixteen! She was sixteen years old. And I don't care if you don't say it was you. I have all the proof I want and I'll see you hang if it's the last thing I ever do!"

"I never ever touched your sister," Eli snapped back. "What kind of diseased mind do you think I have, Lizzie? What made you think…?"

"Look, I know it was you," she snapped. "You killed my sister, and I have proof."

"Well, I would have to congratulate you if you have proof, considering no such thing ever happened," said Eli. "Go home, Miss Winters. There's nothing more for you here."

"On the contrary…" Elizabeth snatched up the shovel. "Not until you tell me what this is for."

"Digging. I believe most shovels are." He had said the wrong thing. Elizabeth took a swipe at his head with the blade. Eli ducked but it caused him to overbalance and fall away from the grave, and in his fall the stake was lost in the darkness. Fear set in. He had to get Elizabeth Winters out of this graveyard and find his stake before Genesis rose from her grave. Neither of which were going to be easy. Elizabeth slammed the shovel down.

"Now what?" she said. "What reason would an innocent man have coming back here in the middle of the night to dig up my sister's body?" Eli swallowed. She did have a point. There was no good reason he had. Frankly he wasn't expecting her to be there. If he failed Genesis would kill him (best case scenario). If he succeeded and lived he would be put on trial and hanged for a murder he did not commit, and if Lizzie was still here and died there would be more of a case against him. He was stuck in a situation he was bound to lose. He looked up at Elizabeth, his throat very dry.

"I'm afraid you would never believe me," he said. Elizabeth laughed a cold, mirthless laugh.

"And what in the name of heaven is this?" The stake. She'd found the stake. Eli swallowed.

"Part of 'you'll never believe me'."

"Tell me then." Eli just threw it out.

"Your sister was turned into a vampire the night she died so I am here to make sure she doesn't rise out of this grave." There was a very long silence.

"All right. Now I know," said Lizzie. "You're not just a violator and a murderer; you are completely insane."

"Lizzie, you see I…"

"You stay away from me!" cried Elizabeth, pointing at him with the shovel.

"Lizzie…"

"Oh, for the love of GOD are you two finished yet?"

Both of them froze and then looked back at the direction where the voice had come from. Genesis Winters was sat on her gravestone now looking thoroughly bored. Elizabeth dropped both the shovel and the stake.

"By all that's holy…" she stammered. Genesis laughed. She was covered in mud, and had evidently been making her way out of the grave as the other two had been fighting and been sitting on the gravestone for God knows how long. Her nails were black and muddy, dirt clinging to her hair, skin and dress. She looked the same, just evil. Her eyes were bright yellow like a cat's, her face masked with that of the demon which now inhabited the empty shell that had once been Genesis Winters. She leered at them showing long pointed fangs. Eli dived for the bag but Genesis kicked it away.

"No, no, no. More fun like this."

"Genesis…" cam Lizzie's voice in barely more than a whisper. Genesis looked back at her sister.

"Lizzie," she said. "Sister. You're more observant than I thought, but you have got it completely wrong."

"What are you?" asked Lizzie, shaking.

"Genesis Winters; or what's left of her." She grabbed her sister's wrist, who screamed as the cold dead skin touched hers. Eli crawled towards his bag but Genesis was still too quick for him. Letting go of her sister, she performed a perfect back-flip and put her foot down on the bag.

"Hello again, lover."

"Sorry," said Eli, hoping he had misheard.

"Hello, lover," she repeated.

"What are you talking about? I never…"

"So sweet when you're looking puzzled. Didn't you like me though, your little mystery, your pretty girl? I knew you always loved me, deep down: the only thing you couldn't have."

"Lizzie, you don't have to listen to…"

"Oh, I think she'd love to." Genesis looked at her sister. "But I'm hungry, Eli. Why don't we tell her later?"

"What…" Eli's heart stopped. Genesis licked her lips. Eli stared at her hungry eyes. "Lizzie. Run. Now." Genesis growled slightly and Eli attempted to dive for the dropped stake but felt two strong hands grab his shoulder and his neck and he was pulled back. "Lizzie, run!" he yelled. "Get into a house, hide. She can't pass the door if she's not invite-"

"Shhh," whispered Genesis into his ear. "Come with me and we can finish this. We can kill him for what he did to me. That's what you wanted all the long; isn't it Eli? Just one little favour first… Stay with me..." She licked her fangs and Eli struggled.

"Lizzie, run! For God's sake, run!" Genesis' cold fingers grabbed his red hair and yanked his head on its side, exposing the flesh on his neck. "Lizzie!" Even though he was expecting the pain he was not prepared for it. Genesis sank her pointed teeth into his flesh, fresh blood pouring from the wound and being lapped up by the girl clinging to his neck. He cried out again as she bit in deeper, clearly enjoying the pain she was causing, sliding her ice-cold fingers over his face, and then cutting her own finger open with her nail: red against the white. Eli's eyes were misting up, and with a gasp cried out the warning once more:

"Run!"