After three hundred years, you've lived long enough to be a vampire. That's how long it's been since the last time we saw you. You know, the one where you're holding onto a wooden case sobbing and holding onto your master's hand. It's not like he's a bad guy, after all. He's just trying to do the right thing. But this time, he cares more about his life than ever before. And that's saying something, because we're not sure what else to say.