I'm Sorry
He's gone. Reduced to a pile of dust on the floor.
The others don't seem to care. They surround Vlad, the survivor of this ordeal that left two men as piles of ash. I kneel over his remains, the sole mourner.
I guess, that in the end, his position in my family's minds was also reduced to nothing. He wasn't a Dracula. He lied to us all. I did too, for all of our safety. He couldn't tell the VHC without revealing the fact that he wasn't part of our family, or without reducing the rest of us to dust. So I thank him for his silence, for saving me from certain death. Something no one else will.
I can't even look at the others, all too focused on the 'Chosen One' to even think about him. Or me. They don't understand the pain that we both have lived through. He had to live with the fact that his own mother had lied to him for three hundred years. I had to live with the fact that the two people closest to me were torn away from me, gone within the blink of an eye. One was lost four years ago, and history is repeating itself once more.
Maybe that's my curse, to live alone, and to lose everyone. I will only be left with the everlasting pain of their deaths, permanently etched into my mind.
I will always remember you, both of you. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten. Will Clarke and Malik Vacceria.
I sincerely apologise if this is terrible. I did write this at about 11 at night, seeing as I can't get to sleep unless I feel as though I have mourned Malik appropriately. He was (and still is) one of my favourite characters on the show, and I will always hope that he can come back, even if it is just briefly to say a final farewell to Ingrid. (Yes I ship them!) I hope you enjoyed this ridiculously short piece of writing which just shows how emotional I get at character deaths. Please review with constructive ways if improving this!