" Why am I such a fool?" I said to myself as I flew back to my cave.
"I hurt the best person (well bat actually) I had ever met and now that she's gone I realize I love her."
When I got back to my cave I turned back into a vampire and went to sleep in my coffin. And there I stayed for quite some time. I only got up to eat when I had to. I found myself in a state of depression. I didn't want to do anything but lie there thinking about Lil', day after day. I wish I had told her how I truly feel.
"That's it!" I yelled when I had come up with a solution. Now I just had to make a plan and hope it would work. It had been nearly 20 years since I had a feeling of hope. It may seem like a long time, but to a vampire it was a mere few days.
I now spent my days running and practicing swordplay and jousting. I knew that if I wanted to win Lil' back I would have to be one of the best in the tournament. I even dared to hunt werewolves to try and get myself back into shape.
It was fairly easy, seeing as I'm a vampire. My impatience grew stronger with each passing day. I could not wait for that far off day when I would see Lil's face again, her beautiful furry body, the way she looked when she laughed. Imagining seeing her again made the days pass quicker.
Finally that chance arrived. It was the day of Princess Emma's 16th birthday party, The Tournament.
I had made it.