Strong hands grasped Jack's shoulders painfully from behind, and he looked up into the eyes of a vampire. He felt the claws prick through his skin, and small flowers of blook welled up through the vampire growled, and Jack felt fangs sink into his throat...

Jack wants to believe it was only a dream – the vampires are gone. Banished for a thousand years by ancient ritual that sent their leader to the depths of Hell. But he isn't so sure. That voice still echoes in his mind, the voice of the vampire god,

promising to return Jack's friends Ben and Emily say it's just his imagination, but it seemed so real.

Maybe Victorian. Is safe – but a strand sickness is raging in Paris. A familiar sickness, that leaves its victims drained of blood. It seems the vampires have moved on, and the fight must follow them...