Sabrina Spellman sat on her bed reading one of her father's journals, her cat and familiar Salem laid next to her sleeping away as he usually did at this time of night. It was nights like these that Sabrina read the journals her father wrote to somehow feel closer to him in a strange sort of way, almost as if he was guiding her.

Sabrina lived in Greendale with her two aunts, Hilda and Zelda as well as her cousin Amberose, she attended Baxter High where she had a good group of friends, Harvey, Roz and Theo who accepted her being a witch.

Just as she was getting ready to finally fall asleep, her aunt Zelda burst into her room, panic and anxiety on her face. "Sabrina, we have to go. Now!" Sabrina sat up with worry in her eyes. "What is it?" "There's been an attack at the academy, one of the professors is dead" Zelda explained. Sabrina raised a confused eyebrow, "But why do we have to go now? And why is it important now?" Zelda sighed as she moved Salem off the bed, "Because the impossible has happened"

The Academy for Unseen Arts

Hilda and Zelda examined the wound on the teacher who was killed, Sabrina and the attending students. "Sister, this is impossible. I thought they were all gone" Hilda said, with fear in her voice. "I don't know Hilda, that's what the council told us. As cruel and unusual we think it was, obviously at least one survived" Sabrina approached her aunts, "Who survived?" She asked. Zelda sighed as she stood up, "a Vampire, Sabrina. We though they were all wiped out, obviously we were wrong considering the bite mark on the teachers neck." Sabrina stepped back in shock, "what happened to the Vampires?" "The witches council slaughtered them all, well so we thought"

Sabrina put her hand to her mouth in disbelief, "But they were innocent, weren't they?" Zelda and Hilda looked at each other before Zelda nodded at her niece. "How could you let that happen?! How long ago was this?" Sabrina yelled. Hilda explained how it was when she was only a girl 10 years ago. Disgusted, Sabrina stormed out of the Academy and used her magic to teleport herself home.

Sabrina held Salem in her arms as tears were streaming down her face, Witch's and Vampires were different in some ways but in others they were a lot a like. "Why Salem? Why did they keep this secret from me, I had a right to know!" Salem meowed as he rubbed his head against Sabrina's hand. "I have to stop this before someone else gets hurt, Witch or Vampire" she kissed Salem's head and went to sleep. Little did she know that the Vampire in question was in Greendale

Greendale alleyway

A group of men were chasing a young woman down an alleyway, she ran as her lungs burned and her eyes watered. She was almost away until she tripped over a incomplete wall and broke her ankle.

The group of men surrounded her with mal intent, two men pinned down her arms as the other two worked to undress her, she screamed but one of the thugs covered her mouth.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash that got everyone's attention, the men turned around to see a young man in a black leather jacket, black boots, gloves and shirt walking towards them

"Hey man, what's your problem?" One of the thugs asked trying to be intimidating, but the mysterious figure kept advancing towards them. "Buddy, just walk away and mind your own damn business." The man stepped into the light of the street lamp, his skin was pale and scarred and his eyes were green. "Check out this freak" they all laughed as the woman struggled to get free. "Let the girl go and I'll let you live" he warned them before removing his gloves. "Johnny, take care of this guy" one of the guys ordered one of his friends. The thug supposedly named Johnny advanced toward to man, he pulled out his knife and charged at him. The man saw this coming and avoided his attack, then his fangs came out and they dug themselves into the mans neck.

The man screamed as the Vampire sucked out his blood, the other thugs ran the other way as the blood was sucked out of his body. He took his fangs out of his neck and let the body fall to the ground, he wiped the blood away from his mouth and walked the other way, like nothing had ever happened.

This was Drake, the only survivor of the Vampire Massacre ten years earlier.