I take my first breath. My second first breath to be precise. I look up at the sky, the moon shone brightly down. I breathe a sigh of relief, glad the sun wasn’t here to destroy the few pieces of me that remained remotely human.

I pull myself out of the coffin sucking in the night air. It didn’t do anything for me anymore, it didn’t need to. Maybe it was just habit.

I glance down at my hands, my skin was deathly pale now. I didn’t remember how I died. But coming back was a lot less painful than I would have assumed. Surely the death I faced would cripple me somehow? But no.

I was stronger now. Wilder. But yet still in control. And I only wanted one thing. Needed one thing. Blood.