In life you have two things in which everyone has trouble to distinguish, good and evil. Evil, defined as hate and spiteful badness, and Good described as fairness and correspondence the righteousness in life. In my mind, there is no good left on this earth. Through the years I have lived, as a death eater with vengeance, I concurred many and destroyed other innocents, but even death is less cruel than the thing that had changed my life entirely. I came face to face with death, at least five times this very month, and hundred of other times by the years, I did not cringe or cry or pray, I just did what I was told to do, and it worked, but the thing that was a wall in the maze to me was, love. Dare I say, I still remember the arrogant child I was when I encountered cupid's bliss, I laugh today at the bashfulness of it. Yes, she was indeed the thing that changed me, a rose growing from a rock, she planted the seed inside of me, and let it bloom. I am asked, do I regret it, my answer is always the same, no. You cannot regret love, love is what teaches you to be drawn into a world where simple movements can mean the acknowledgement of lust in Love's strict language. Her name, I cannot say, that will be next time, but just the very letters of her name made me think of her silky russet hair brushed in a lovely long braid down her supple back, almost reaching the floor as she sat in my garden of roses while the moon did it's magic on her. You see how love crazed I was, it happens to all, and all do know how much it means to them to loose at this game of hearts, I am a fan of the game of cards. But even so, I remember. You remember all of it to the very ending point, well of course with the exception of a memory charm. I will remember her, my love she will be even if…Wait, no, I do not wish to speak of it yet…And as you can see, every memory hurts, every single bloody one hurts and eats at you like a knife dug deep, and still sinking deeper by a hand called betrayal. In my dreams, she is still here, but when I reach for her, I get to meet my bed's post. I will tell you my story, the day I meat her, the day all changed, the day destiny cursed me to hell, I will tell, and let god be damned I will…Now on with the story……
A/N: The character who I use to be the first person ( the I person). There will be more, this is a bit of Interview with the Vampier meets letter formation kind of story, it goes from the present to the past and starts to go for the future again. It is my first story on FanFiction.Net, it is a try.