You had no idea how long I waited for you. So I would rather death parted us than be separated in life.
—Twilight.
"What a tragic love story." Watching Mary cry and Bennett flee home in disgrace, Roland could not help sighing. "Is this how their story ends?"
"If it were, there wouldn't be so many vampires in the modern world," Cain said.
"As things stand, Bennett doesn't seem interested in creating more vampires." Roland watched Bennett kill one of his household's roosters and drink its blood, then shut himself in a secret room. He instructed his servants to bring him live animals at regular intervals and gave his butler a silver sword, just in case. It was hard to believe this was the man responsible for the rapid proliferation of vampires.
"Fate is unpredictable like that," Cain said with a sigh.
"Is he still alive in the modern world?" Roland asked curiously.
"Of course. I was sealed inside him. Holy water, crosses, silver swords, and sunlight couldn't kill him," Cain said.
"Then how did you escape the seal?"
"Do you know Constantine?"
"...I think I get it." Roland smiled in understanding.
"Constantine, a mentally ill teenage vampire hunter named Digraphilson, and Bennett formed a vampire-hunting team. They successfully hunted down Digraphilson's vampire father," Cain said. "With Constantine's help, Digraphilson concluded that killing Bennett would also kill the vampires he had sired, so she beheaded him—but it didn't work. Instead, it released me."
"That doesn't surprise me in the slightest," Roland said with a sigh. "Classic Constantine."
Meanwhile, Mary began searching everywhere for Bennett. She was a lady's maid to Elizabeth I, Queen of England. Although her position was not high, she had a wide network of contacts, and plenty of people throughout Greenwich, London, began asking after Bennett.
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