Preface
Life. Really not a word that matters to me anymore. I don't think it does anyway, with me being undead and all. Hmmm, am I undead? The blood that rushed through my veins told me otherwise. So, did morals matter to me anymore? Vlad had a good point and Zena was instantly persuaded, which should be a sign that Vlad was right. Knowing Zena's personality she would only agree with what was right. Something that just a few hours ago I was so sure I understood, I had to rid the worlds, both mine and that of the humans of, Vladimir Tod but now… everything's jumbled up. And I probably would have thought more about it and tried to sort out my thoughts and feelings if there hadn't been I knock on my window. When I got up, unlatched the window, and forced it open Vlad was standing outside in the cold, his hair whipping around him due to the wind, bits of snow gracefully falling and settling on his shoulders, and his hand outstretched for me to take. I met his gaze and his eyes had been begging me to not listen to the rules for once and step away from the council, and in a way, spare his life and possibly loose mine. It was a big price to pay but, following my heart for the first time since my mother died, I grabbed his hand and let him lead me off into the cold, snowy, black night.