The sad ending I was going to originally end with.
I. Still. Own. NOTHING!
Blood.
Vlad hates how he's putting himself through this.
Slight pain.
When he received the picture of... of Carmikle Bloody Otis the last of his hope had died.
Carmikle Vladimir Otis. The daughter of Nelly and Otis Otis.
How dare they name a child they sired together after him.
How dare they.
Emotions Vlad long ago burried resurfaced when he received the letter in the mail. It has been addressed to him in that infuriatingly ellegant hand writing.
Dear Vladimir,
How are things in Ohio? Are you and Snow still settling in or do you have you roots firmly in place?
Nelly and myself would like to introduce you to someone.
The picture I sent with this letter is of your cousin, Carmikle Vladimir Otis. She was born 3 weeks ago. I'm sure she would want to meet you. What do you say to coming up for a short visit?
Yours Truly,
Otis Otis
Vlad angrily wiped at the tears that ran down his face.
How dare they.
He quickly scribbled a reply and shoved it into an envelope he had grabbed hours eariler. He stood and placed the letter on the counter of the kitchen.
Vlad scuttled through the short hallway in his and Snow's apartment and climbed into their bed.
He willed himself to let sleep take hold of him.
His last thoughts were of what he could've done to change everything.
The letter on the counter contained two things.
A crumpled up picture of Carmikle Otis and an almost blank piece of paper.
The only word marking the page was a simple one.
No
And now It is done and over with... Now I must work on my Vlad/Otis Time Travel fic. Le sigh...