Twenty years had passed since Emily had walked away from the vampire world, determined to leave the horrors of her past behind. She had built a new life for herself, one that was quiet and unassuming, free from the dangers and uncertainties of her former existence.
But as she stood in her small, cluttered apartment, staring out the window at the dark and rain-soaked streets below, Emily couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. It was a feeling she had grown accustomed to over the years, a feeling that had become as familiar to her as her own heartbeat.
At first, Emily had tried to ignore the feeling, telling herself that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, the feeling only grew stronger. It was as if something was calling to her, something that was drawing her back into the world she had left behind.
And then, one night, the phone rang.
Emily hesitated for a moment before picking it up, her heart pounding in her chest. "Hello?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment Emily thought that no one was there. But then, a low, gravelly voice spoke up.
"Emily," the voice said. "It's been a long time."
Emily's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice. It was a voice she had thought she would never hear again, a voice that brought back memories of blood and darkness and death.
"Who is this?" Emily asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
The voice on the other end of the line chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "You know who this is, Emily," it said. "I'm the one who's been waiting for you."
And with that, the line went dead.