PREFACE
Sometimes things happen; things that are not our fault and that we have no control over, but that impact our lives inexorably none the less. It's been one of those weeks. Hell, it's been one of those years.
The angry vampire circled me, crimson eyes brimming with hate as she snarled in victorious satisfaction. We both knew that I would die this night, on the beach beneath the full moon. The only question was: how much of her would I be bringing with me?
They say that when you are about to die, your life flashes before your eyes, but I guess I've always been a little odd. There was no fear in me, only a calm determination that this vampire would never touch that which I held most dear. Time slowed, crawling by as a gentle breeze rose off the sea to tousle her white-blond strands around a face that belonged to an angry angel. She crouched to pounce; my hands curled into claws as I mirrored her actions, a snarl ripping from between my bared teeth.
We sprung at each other, images of him dancing through my mind as we collided in a dance of death. I hoped that he would recover from this. I wanted him to live for me, and be happy again.
Forgive me.