Author Commentary: A sad, depressing story. My life took a downward spiral on 24 February, 2012 and that downward spiral prompted me to write this story.
Rating: T
Warnings: Mpreg
Disclaimer: I don't own The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod.
None of them could believe it. They all had known that it was coming, but it was still a bitter pill to swallow.
The metaphoric bitter pill - fifteen year old Vlad, after grieving the loss of his parents for five years, had committed suicide. Nelly had found her adoptive nephew hanging in his closet.
The day before Vlad's suicide by hanging, Henry had actually stopped Vlad from committing suicide via slitting his wrists. Now, to Henry, it felt like an absolute waste.
Vlad's funeral, which took place two days after the suicide, was the worst thing Henry had ever been put through. The solemn music, all the I-know-how-you-feels, the black and gold coffin that Vlad was to be buried in… it was too much. All the pity and sorrow and crying was smothering him.
One day after Vlad's funeral, the janitor had to clean Henry's brains off the boys' locker room floor. Henry did leave a note: I'm going to be with Vladdie.
Joss was absolutely heartbroken, losing his cousin and ex-best friend (who the surviving McMillan harbored a deep, secretive love for).
The young Slayer did seriously consider jumping from his third-story bedroom window, so he could get where ever his cousin and love of his life were.
Joss decided he would stay - it's what Henry and Vlad would have anted him to do.