Not your average vampire
Back on the island at night, Blake and the others had made their move from the volcano and were now prepared to leave the island.
As the boat cut through the waves, leaving the haunting shores of the island behind, Blake stood at the stern, looking back at the fading landmass. He recalled all the events - how Elena had manipulated and used him, the senseless killing of innocent islanders, watching his friends fall to her madness, and his own death that paradoxically led to his dark rebirth.
As the island disappeared from view, Blake closed his eyes, reflecting on how he had trusted Elena's lies and facade. Anger welled up inside him, crimson tears flowing from his eyes. But he forced himself to take deep breaths to calm down. Slowly, the bloody tears subsided.