A traitor…
That's what I am to them now. I guess redemption is far from possible in this situation, for vampire law states that the dire penalty for what I have done is death. Death without mercy.
This is exactly the brutish way that I wanted to stop. All I this senseless violence, I don't even know why I joined this lot in the first place. They thrive on strength and pride, whereas I rely on intelligence and cunning. My brains are a blessing and a curse.
It's strange really, when I first discovered I was going to be invested into a prince, my first reaction was 'why would anyone vote for me?'. After all, who wants a pacifistic vampire on their throne? One who refuses to shed blood. Then they noted that, despite my unwillingness to fight, my intelligence did surpass that of many in the clan. Who knew that would also be the start of my downfall.
Now I reflect back, I must have gotten carried away with the power. All those dreams of saving our clan with the help of our darker skinned brothers…I didn't realise who it could have hurt in the process.
Arra…she died because of my betrayal. I don't expect I'll receive forgiveness again from Larten.
Gavner…he died right at my hand. And I call myself a pacifist…
Then there's Darren. Thankfully, he didn't die. I don't think I ever would have forgiven myself if that young boy had died because of me, even if he was the one who exposed me in the end.
Then there's everyone else who is now doomed to die in an eventual war between our blood cousins.
Deep down I know I'm right. I was never trying to betray them, only help them. Now I know how far good intentions can get you.
Footsteps echo down the hallway. They're coming to finish me.
It's something no va pire would ever admit at this point, but…I'm scared. Death has always eluded me because I lead a reckless life. I never thought it would strike me so young.
I place my pale, scarred hands upon my face, hiding all essence of fear and shame. My fingers run slowly over the three scratches on my cheek. Those scars which I once used to be proud of.
Now they're just the marks of a broken man.