Notes: SPOILERS! This follows the events of a version of the game with the patch installed that lets you save Heather, by telling her to stay inside. I always wondered what would happen to her after the protagonist just leaves town at the end of the game. So this is my version of it. (Takes place a bit over a month after the events of Bloodlines.) My apologies for the first chapter being 'extremely' short. I have more written already, but I need to do a quick check for errors through it, so the next part will follow shortly. (I guess it'll take me a day, two at most.)


Broken

Heather fell to her knees in front of the ceiling high aquarium, tears streaming from her eyes. She hadn't bothered to turn on the light in the apartment. She knew he wasn't coming back. She no longer felt him in her veins, all she felt was utterly 'empty'. He had abandoned her. She hadn't meant anything to him after all. She didn't know what to do. She felt defeated, broken, lost. Utterly useless. Utterly dead to the world. And she was. She should have died at the hospital when they had found her riddled with bullets, bleeding to death. If it hadn't been for his intervention, she'd already have been gone. But now she wasn't, and somehow this made it worse.

She raised her head and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass of the fish tank. She looked as bad as she felt. Her red, neck long hair was a mess, standing in all directions, her mascara leaving a black smear underneath her eyes and streaks along her cheeks. Her glasses were sprinkled with tears and they were blurring her vision.

She needed to stop the pain, stop the void inside of her from growing. Still sobbing uncontrollably, she rested her head against the cold floor of the apartment.

How could he have left her? Deep down, she knew though. She was worthless, weak, fallible. So much less than he had been, than he was. But she needed blood. She'd drink from any kindred she could find, if she ever found one. She couldn't go back to being 'less'. To being like 'this'. To being a wreck of a human being. She was already dead to the world anyway. She would manage, somehow. She had to manage somehow.

She balled her fists and pulled in a deep breath. She had nothing to lose. She already felt dead inside anyway. If getting a fix ended up killing her, so be it. The alternative was worse than death. The alternative, was a living hell.