I was reading it, and DAMN I sucked at writing LAST. YEAR. Holy crap that's a transformation. So yeah, I'm revising it so that it makes sense. I realized I was confusing you guys a lot, so I'm redoing it! ENJOY THE REVISED VERSION! So yeah I'm just going to replace the documents with the revised ones, rather than take it down, redo EACH. INDIVIDUAL. CHAPTER. Then post it up. Since I'm a lazy pants, enjoy the parts that I've revised so far. Heheh ^.^

-America.

"What do you mean more people to end up like Tristan!" I screeched, "I loved him like he was my brother, and he's dead? What the crap is that?"

"Relax, Lune, relax." Otis said.

"No, I will not relax. First it was my mom, now it's Tristan? When I get my hands on whoever killed him, they are SO dead!"

Otis laughed, and I slapped him.

"Not funny! I'm serious, Otis. This calls for blood, much blood!"

"That hurt you know!"

I was silent.

"You don't understand the situation! Vikas, Vladimir, you, and I could all be killed! And everyone in Bathory!"

"I'll deal with the slayers. Trust me; they can have my life for your safety. I can reason with the Slayer Society."

"Can you really?"

"Yes, I've done it before."

"Ok, but I'm not sure that it will work."

"No, don't, Lune. Don't kill yourself for my safety!" Vlad cried into my shoulder.

"Vladimir, do you know what my sacrifice will do?"

"What?"

"Save you and all of the people in Bathory."

Vlad wiped his face. Tears still threatened in his eyes.

"Why don't you go play Race to Armageddon 2 with Henry?"

"Ok, I'll go."

And with that, Vladimir Tod saw his aunt for the very last time.

"When will you go reason with the slayers?"

"Tonight, I want them out before they can kill anyone."

"You're being rather brave, you know. Say hello to Tomas for me, won't you?"

"Yes, I will, love."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Well, I'm off to negotiate my death. Goodbye forever!"

I wrote a letter to Vlad in Elysian Code.

Dear Vlad,

I know that this will come as a shock to you, but I am Otis's ex-wife. That makes me your aunt. So, as your aunt, I say my final goodbye. Your father will love to know how much you've grown up. I remember when you were little. Just remember, just because I'm gone, it doesn't mean I don't have a niece or two to send over. So do me a favor and stay out of trouble, OK?

Eternity is yours,

Aunt Lune