Barnabas Collins had just awakened from being buried for 196 years, 11 construction workers lay dead in the site in which he had awakened. Blood covered his pale lips, walking through the woods on his way back to his beloved mansion. A light suddenly presented itself, causing him to stop in his tracks. "Show yourself satin! mark me not for your strange illuminance." he cursed. the light faded away as he continued walking. Despite him being a vampire he was not able to sense the figure that was watching him from a distance, a young man with dark curly hair and brown eyes, chuckling to itself and then disappearing without a trace. 

It wasn't long before Barnabas reached the gates of Collinwood Manor, his ancestral home. He opened the gates and walked up the path to his beloved home, before he could reach them he heard laughter. "Back from the dead I see." said the voice. Barnabas looked around, but no one was there at least until his eyes set upon a young man in his early 20s. "Who are you?" he asked. "Read my mind." were the words he heard in his head. "Lestat?" the man smiled showing his fangs slightly. "So the fledgling can read minds, impressive." Barnabas was starting to get annoyed. He did not like where this was going so he attacked Lestat, pinning him to a tree. Only making the brat prince laugh. "Oh you are so weak, not nearly as strong as I am." Barnabas bared his fangs in an attempt to kill Lestat but was thrown off by an invisible force. "Now, now Barnabas you know better than to attack your own kind. you might have attacked the devil himself." Lestat flashed him a fanged smile. Barnabas gasped, noticing that Lestat was double fanged. "Impossible." he muttered. Lestat grabbed Barnabas by the neck and lifted him up with ease, holding him there with one arm. He was much stronger than Barnabas, and could easily kill him if he wanted to. Lestat was going to kill him when someone stopped him from doing so. "Lestat! enough!" said the voice, which belonged to a female. Lestat let Barnabas go and disappeared without a trace. Leaving Barnabas frightened and confused. At least until he found a note which read. 

"We are not done yet, meet me at Widows Hill, midnight. Do not delay."