I, like you, was born for this. I am not a human, I am an object for you to use. I know this.

If you bite me, I do not have the right to resist.

I am yours. You control me. You own me.

This has been ingrained in me ever since I can remember.

Yet I do not resent you because you are like me; you have no choice.

When I met you, I didn't believe it was you. That you were the one, my master.

Because. You were so happy, so cheerful.

I thought you were not worthy to use me. You who did not understand the pain, the devastation, the helplessness caused by our burden. Our destiny.

But now you reach out your hand..and when I take it, if I choose to, we shall save the world.

It sounds rather glorious, does it not?

But I would do anything to be a normal human.

Just as, I'm sure, you wish you were a normal vampire with a normal lineage weapon.

And yet somehow, you tell me the words I need to hear.

You show me that I have a voice, that I can do things for myself even when it seems otherwise.

The things you say, the way you laugh so easily...I'd say you were mocking me, but I think it's just you, how you are.

I am grateful to have known you.

Thanks for showing me I can live my life.

What's left of it, anyway.

I always thought that I was powerless. That, although I am the Holy Lance, I am weak.

I was asked if I'd ever made a cake before.

That's funny, I thought.

For the first time in my life, I wanted to laugh.

Because no, of course not.

And...I dropped a glass today.

It shattered. I heard it.

And...I thought, Will I shatter like that one day too?

I'm just as fragile. Can I break as easily?

Yeah, I decided, probably.

It's too late for me.

But I'm glad I could meet all of you for a time.

I'm sorry we didn't have...we couldn't make more memories.

This is the end, right?

I couldn't see anything,

but I remember your smiling face,

the warmth of your voice...

I'm sure I was smiling then.

I don't know what I look like when I smile.

I'm sure I'm hideous, but you would still take my hand regardless.

I guess that's why I love you.

We never talked about it, but I do. I love you.

I guess as long as you don't like to do it...then I'm fine with letting you use my body.

You keep talking about the future.

God, you're so cruel. But I don't think you realize that.

When you ask me about what happens after...

Don't you know? There is no after. Not for me. I disappear.

I wish I could be there, hearing cake being thrown.

It sounds like fun.

Maybe you'll save me a piece of cake.

I can't see, but I can hear your voice saying sweet things, promising a new world where I won't have to be a sacrifice.

I, who never believes in anyone or anything, I believe you, Al.

I am blind. My world I filled with the darkness I always sensed. Yet, somehow I think I can make out your smile.

You'll help me get there, right Al?

You said you'd save me. So help me get there. To that place where I can be free.

It's nice here, a world of white feathers, so soft I feel nothing but light sweetness.

Let's meet again, someday, okay?

I'd really like to pick up again where we left off.

Though I can no longer see or hear, I'm sure I would recognize you.

Who knows, maybe this time around we'll get more than two weeks.

And if you'll touch your lips to mine, I'll be okay with that.

Afterwards, we'll get some cake.

Even though I already know

which is sweeter.