Jacob’s Return

Jacob stood amidst the smoldering remains of the vampire, his chest heaving with exertion and adrenaline. The acrid smell of burnt flesh mingled with the lingering ozone from the celestial fire he had summoned moments before. His hands trembled slightly, the aftermath of channeling such power through his veins.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the darkness that had encroached upon what used to be his home. It had been more than six years since he had last set foot here, leaving behind memories he had tried hard to bury. Yet now, facing the vampires who dared to trespass upon his past, he felt a surge of protectiveness for the family he had left behind.

Images of his loved ones flashed through his mind—his parents, his siblings, and especially Olivera, who had always been his protector. Jacob hoped fervently that nothing had befallen them in his absence, that they were safe and unaware of the danger lurking so close to their doorstep.

The vampire's blackened heart now ash a