The vampire stirred slightly in his coffin, his dreams disturbed. His hazel eyes slowly opened onlyto be met by perfect darkness. He heaved at the coffin lid, and grew alarmed as it did not budge an inch. He licked at dry lips before trying again, finally able to move the coffin lid. He crawled out for the first time in several years. He straightened up, silently marvelling, like how he always did, at the fact that his body seemed not to have become stiff despite him sleeping for three long miserable years. Now the main question was at hand. What was it exactly, that had awoken him? He looked around his mansion before heading outside.