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 ^.^ Shit hits the fan in the rest of the story!

-America.


"Henry, don't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."

"OK, I promise I won't."

"I'm going back to Brazil."

"But you'll break Vlad's heart!"

"He's already shattered mine. Vlad won't miss me."

I jumped out of Henry's bedroom window.

"America, you'll kill yourself!"

I snapped out my wings, flew up to his window and gave him a two-fingered salute.

"Bye, bye, Henry!"

I left Henry's, and flew some really big number of miles back to Brazil, where Ariana was waiting for me.

"Ariana, Grandpapa's died, hasn't he?"

Ariana replied with one solemn nod.

"Don't tell me if I'm dying, because I don't want to know." Ariana said.

"You aren't my love. I forbid it. I may be damned, but you won't be."

"What does that mean, love?"

"It matters not, Ana. What matters now is the fact that I'm here and-"

I never finished my sentence, because someone, not going to name names (JOSS MCMILLIAN, everybody, JOSS MCMILLIAN), stabbed, well staked, me in the back.

"Ame, don't die, please don't die!"

"So sorry, Ana, I am so sorry. I'm leaving you alone. Goodbye, my love."

I had never given much thought to dying. But Otis had always known that my time was shortening. So he found a poem online that was by a nineteen American pilot that had said that before his plane crashed and he died. And let me tell you, I never intended to spend that much time in a coffin.

At my funeral, Otis read the poem, "High Flight".

"An American pilot once said that he had soared to touch the face of God. That American Pilot's name was Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee No 412 squadron, RCAF killed 11 December 1941. And "High Flight" is a poem that goes like this:

"Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God."

So we remember Ame Antonio Kassura Otis fondly, as she slips the surly bonds of earth, dances the skies on laughter-silvered wings, climbs sunward, joins the tumbling mirth, does a hundred things you've not dreamed of, hovers in the sunlit silence, chases the shouting wind along, up the delirious burning blue, tops the windswept heights with easy grace, trots the high untresspassed sanctity of space, and touches the face of God.

"And though she leaves us, sad as we are, she is not truly gone. We will not burn her body, nor will we taint it by drinking to her death. I say goodbye to Ame, my Ame."

Otis sat down. The memorial service was over. And everyone left, crying as they were everyone but Vlad, Vikas, Otis, and Dorian.

"Dorian, why don't you leave?"

"We've lost our Seeker. How can I leave her?"

"Why do you stay, Vikas?"

"I am not in a position to say, Otis."

"I'm Vlad's ride home, so I'm not leaving."

"Um, excuse me, sirs; Lilian had something she wanted me to tell someone named Dorian. Are any of you Dorian?" a small voice said from behind the four vampires.

"I am Dorian, small child. Can I help you?"

"Yes, please come over here. I am Ariana."

Dorian followed Ariana.

Ariana's POV.

"What did Ame want you to tell me?"

"That in the event she died, her drudge, me, would be passed on to Dorian, and that she would see you in a few decades, maybe."

"Maybe, there is no maybe about it! It's impossible she's dead, Ariana. Forget about Ame."

"But-"

"That's an order!"

"Yes, sir, but there's-"

"What else is there?"

"I'm only your drudge if you bite me, you dolt! You idiot, how could you not know that?"

"I've never had a drudge before!"

"Which means you'll need me for advice, Dorian." Vlad said, coming up behind Dorian and scaring the sweet jumping crap out of me.

"Drudges, or a vampire's human slave(s), are human, Dorian. They're not animals, and you cannot treat them as such. Ariana has gone through more pain and suffering than you will in your entire immortal life!"

"So, what are you saying? That I'm not as strong as you? That I'm not as sophisticated? That I'm prone to crying when someone mentions death? Listen here, Vladimir Tod, you don't have anything more to say to me! You are just as bad as Dorian is because you're making me look like someone I'm not! I'm a vampire slayer, Vlad! And you four are vampires! So I should have staked you all with the stakes I have in my bag!"

"Oh sweet jumping crap, Dorian, run!"

"You killed Ame, didn't you?"

"How could I? I love her, so when she died, I killed myself. I'm to follow Dorian and keep him safe. Apparently, I'll come back when Ame does."

"You're a ghost?" Vlad asked.

"Yep, and my memorial service is in half an hour, but only Joss is going to go, I know it."

"Why wouldn't anyone else come?"

"To a slayer, death marks the end of your slayer years. However, that makes you worthless. So, since Joss loved me, he will come and tell my body that I will always be worth loving to him, even if I'm dead. So, Dorian, I'll not follow Ame's orders, I'll go to my funeral. Good bye, all."

And so a drifted back to my seat. I got to go to my own memorial service. How many people can say that? And if you say Elena from The Vampire Diaries did, I know! I read the books!

No one else could see me. Joss looked at me with a tear-stained face.

"Why? Why did you kill yourself, Ariana?"

"I decided a life without Ame wasn't worth living."

"But she's a vampire!"

"She still has feelings, Joss! She can still feel and think! She's a human girl, just like me!"

"But she has fangs! And she drinks blood!"

"Does that make her any emotionally different from me and you? She can still die! So why is she different? She's never killed anyone, yet you kill her!"

"It's not that she's killed anyone, it's the fact that the second she snaps, she's going to kill someone!"

"I'm leaving, Joss. Screw you and screw the slayer society!"

I dissipated, and drifted to Ame and my graves. Otis stood between the two, clearly upset.

"Otis, what's wrong?"

"You and Ame both have "High Flight" carved on your headstones."

"We like that poem. Listen, Otis, Ame wanted me to lie to Dorian, to make him mad. I'm supposed to die, not to drift here!"

"I loved you like a daughter, Ana. And I loved Ame enough to let her spread her wings to come to her true home, only to die. This is not supposed to be like this!"

"We were distractions to the Pravus. We had to be removed from the program. Joss didn't kill me and Ame, Dorian did. Dorian killed Ame, and the poisoned her fangs, so when I tried to help her, I got killed too."

"So Dorian's the real killer?"

"Yes, Dorian is the real killer."