Salty tears fell from my eyes.

He is Dead.

How?How could he fall that easyily? Why didn't he say a better good bye? Did he really know he was finished?

All questions were left unanswered.

I looked down at the pit, there he was half-alive half-dead. I wanted just to jump down there, and save him, but I couldn't. The Vampire Lords wouldn't have wanted this.

Why?Why know? Why not later?Why him?Why not his assassinator?

More tears came.

He can't be died, not yet atleast.

I yelled out his name, over and over again.

No reply.

This is stupid, this idiotic, this is maddness. This Can't be real...

It has to be a dream. No dream's aren't like this...it has to be a nightmare.

are never this painful, it must be real.

I cryed more.

His face, his sturn face. His hair, His handsome hair. His voice, so strong, so him. I will never forget them

I look down at Larten.

"Larten," I whispered, "You'll finally be with Arra,"

Then looked up at the celine." Vampire Lords!" I yelled, "Please lead Larten to Paradice!"

Then I turned down to Larten.

I looked away. My dyed green hair, feel infront of my face. I didn't move it, maybe Larten's soul will do it for me. His spirt is in Paradise, he won't bother with me anymore.

Tears came like tap water.

"Larten Crepsley," I whsipered," I love you." I heard no reply and yelled it louder, so the words echoed in the place.

Maybe, this was just the pain in my heart talking, but I thought I heard him say "I love you to Vancha..."