The door to the old mansion smashed to pieces and light shone on a forgotten room. A figure stood silhouetted in the now open doorway. With graceful steps it went into the room, a visible trail on the floor where it walked. A note fluttered on an ancient piano top as a breeze blew through. A small silvery object held it down. The figure picked up the object, examining it a moment before turning to the note.
"Damn." It growled and sped away, leaving the note to fall to the floor. In neat stylish handwriting, the note read:
I shall wait for you in Japan. Find me if you still hunger for my blood.
With Love,
Azieral
The signature was written in blood.