A/N: Hello, people of the universe! I'm back! Now, if you're just joining us, please read the first book in the series, Mortality. Otherwise you will be extremely confused by all this. Anyway, this story leans more toward romance than the last one, but I'll still try not to make it too fluffy. Now, everyone's a year older than they were in the last one, so Phineas, Iz, and Brittany are 17, Ferb and Buford are 19, and Candace is 22. We cool with that? Good, now read:

First matter of this story: the ultimate one. The one people fight against. The one that loses loved ones forever. The one that is so depressing but oh, so inevitable.

My dear, how disturbing it is. If you came here to read about unicorns and rainbows, you came to the wrong place. This is horror, folks. Perhaps humorous horror, with a touch of romance, but it's pretty horrific.

We must first discuss mortality. The inevitable death of all mankind. To add a few more 'M' words, it's also about murder, malice, le meurs, melancholy, and madness. Delightful, right?

Now, for Ferb. He was thinking of all of those 'M' words, for he had done the unthinkable, and he couldn't live with himself because of it. His unbeating heart had been shattered into a million pieces. Now, this was pretty much his fault, which made him feel even worse.

Isn't he a little too young to be getting into this much trouble?

Je ne pense pas! He's nineteen, for crying out loud! Now the real question: What in the heck did he do? What had he done? Well, that's the same question Ferb was asking himself. So here we are, the start of the story. Let's hear it!

What had he done? What had he done?! He had loved her dearly. But even his undying love was not enough to change what had happened.

She had wanted him to bite her. She was naïve; she did not know how hard it would be for him to resist. Ferb had, of course, refused, but even she knew that he had a weakness for her. She had kissed him, and he had made the sorry mistake of kissing back. Their lips stayed bound together for quite some time, and whenever they stopped for breath, Vanessa mumbled, "Bite me. Bite me now."

Ferb always replied, "No", but after a while, just when he thought she had forgotten about her horrid desire to become a vampire, she jolted her head upward so that Ferb's lips were on her neck.

"Bite me..."

Taken by surprise, he slowly sank his teeth into her neck. Venom rushed into her body, and she started screaming in agony. He should've stopped then. He should've drawn back and let her transform. But her warm, sweet blood, so close to his teeth...

How could he resist? The venomous bite, which makes a vampire, was quickly replaced by the drinking of her blood. The warm, sweet, metallic substance went from her neck to Ferb's mouth. In his mind, he was screaming to himself, Stop! You'll kill her! But his instincts led him, and he lost the willpower to control his actions. By the time he finally got hold of himself, it was too late. There she was, pale-faced, cold, breathless, eyes open but looking at nothing. Ferb knew what had happened. He couldn't say it though; it was too horrible. He could hardly think it, hardly believe it.

She was dead.

As he had swept back into human-like consciousness, he noticed yet another one of his countless dead corpses. But this one was different. He had known and loved this one. She had died on account of his excruciating stupidity, along with her persistent naïveté. It was horrible. How dare he? Tears of venom had dripped off his face and singed her skin. He cradled the dead body as a young girl would a baby doll. For the first time in months, pain and sorrow filled his heart. Then, suddenly, he felt something.

A hand on his cheek. Her hand on his cheek; as if her ghost had come to comfort him. And for a while it did until, as quick as it came, the hand left. Then he had cried even harder.

There was sadly only one thing to do: bury her. She was, after all, a corpse. As horrible as it sounds, Ferb had a spot for dead bodies, necessary since he was in fact a murderer. Digging his shovel into the dirt, he felt something starting to burn his face. The sun. The sun was already starting to rise. He pulled his hood over his face before continuing. "Avoid the sun at all costs? Check!" Ferb muttered under his breath. "Fangs and red eyes?! Check!"

He glanced at Vanessa. "Extraction of blood from innocent humans?! Check!"

Seeing that the hole was already ten feet deep, Ferb flung his shovel farther than he could see. "Spot to bury people? Check!" Flies started to flock toward the bodies that were already in the hole. "My own dead girlfriend?! Check! I am officially the biggest freak ever to walk on this planet!" Had his hood been down, he would indeed have looked a tad freakish; his nostrils flared, his fangs bared, and his eyes opened as wide as they would go.

He turned to Vanessa, "And yet you still loved me! How on earthcould you possibly love a murderer?! A monster! Freak of the world! You are such a freaking idiot! Completely mad! What possessed you to even show any interest in me?! Why?! Why, Vanessa?!" He waited for the answer that didn't come, though he swore he heard someone mutter 'blood' under their breath. Probably Ferb himself, knowing his tendencies to think such thoughts. He sighed. It was time.

Slowly, he walked to Vanessa.

Blood.

Where had that come from? There wasn't any blood for miles around. He shook the single word off; it must've been a fluke. He gingerly picked her up and walked to the ditch, and slowly lowered her down into the hole. This would be the last time he ever saw her.

"Goodbye, love..." Ferb looked down at her one last time, "I'm sorry..." Then he buried her as fast as he could, so as to feel as little pain as possible for her death.

It wasn't until after the sun set that night that he thought to call Phineas. Engulfed in tears, he explained the situation. He lied about his guilt; he didn't want give him the the satisfaction. He listened as he found out Phineas' decision, unwise suicide. He never said it aloud but it was fairly obvious from his tone. But that still didn't top the fact that he had killed his own girlfriend. His own Vanessa...

That was two weeks ago.

Ferb remained hidden in the woods with only one name, one person on his mind. The name brought a new rush of tears every time, but he didn't care. Her death deserved tears. She was brilliant, she was beautiful, she was (and the name brought new tears):

Vanessa.

A/N: You like it? Answer any questions?