My past refuses to stay buried, so why am I deadset on digging things up?

I didn't ask to be different. I'm no-one's victim, and I damned well am not going to be someone's sacrificial lamb. My boys need me now more than ever. And I'm going to fight for them, before they lose themselves trying to help me. But shit happens, and the kick in the teeth is that the guys who are slowly claiming my heart have gained themselves a spot on Hell's waiting list because of me.

An ancient darkness is coming, threatening the world, stealing my power. I'll do anything to protect innocents... Even if it means sacrificing myself.