Dust and ash. That's all he is now, just a pile of dust and ash. Why does this always happen to the people I care about the most?
I know I didn't really show it, but I truly cared about him. Never the less he used me and I didn't want to suffer that pain again, however long ago that was.
Yet why do I feel so empty?
Erin came earlier and asked how vampires traditionally mourn one another. I told her and she woshed off. I would of done the ritual myself but I fear I may break. Again.
I think Erin just wanted to rub it in Vlad's face, make him feel guilty. Like he doesn't all ready after biting her and turning her into that.
Vlad. This is his fault. I considered seeking my revenge but I tried that before and just look where that got me. Anyway who knows what other hidden powers Vlad has.
He would of.
I'd probably end up a pile of dust and ash myself.
But maybe that's for the best. I'd get to see him again. After I've considered the steak many times over.
NO!
He didn't love or care about me, just like everyone else. I mean sure we've flirted a few times but that wad all. I bet it didn't mean anything to him.
I suppose that's what's most agonising, knowing he never felt the same. But I won't let my armour crack. Not now. Not ever again.
Bertrand De Fortunessa I'll always love you.
AN: sorry for how pants this is and for any grammar/spelling mistake as this was written on my iPod.