You know what... To hell with it all... Being a vampire... The whole lot! I wish I hadn't've stolen Madame Octa... I wish Steve hadn't gotten bit... Then he wouldn't have had to turn me! It is all stupid! I'm stuck here cleaning out the stupid Wolfman's cage... Because I stole Madame Octa... Ugh... Stupid Mr. Crepsley...

Stupid cold... I hate the damn cold... And the snow is starting to fall... Ugh. I'm going to freeze to death... And we can't build a fire... You know what... If not losing your dangling parts to frost bite makes me weak... Then I'm weak! At least I'd be a warm weakling... Stuffy old bat...

I don't want to be a Prince! Well... I don't want to be dead more... And he worried about me... He came looking... And he worried... I guess he isn't THAT bad... But he is still a stuffy old bat...

Gone... No. No... He can't be gone... Larten Crepsley can't be gone... My... My second father... He... He was supposed to be there until the end... Me and him... Saving the world... Damn you Steve... Larten...

"Even in death may you be triumphant..." Darren said softly as he slipped into a red coat. "I love you, you stuffy old bat..." He added in barely a whisper.