Chapter Twenty Eight

Conclusions

Vlad returned to his bedroom, and roared.

It looked as if a bomb had hit it.

Whatever Erin was looking for was well hidden.

He cursed as he stubbed his foot on the side of his coffin.

He threw it up in anger, nearly shattering the main frame as he did so.

He stumbled upon something underneath a cushion on his settee,

He fished it out.

It was a piece of paper, with Erin's handwriting on it.

Vlad thought about burning it, but this was Erin. He couldn't ignore it.

With shaking fingers, he opened it and began to read.

'Vlad,-'

It read.

'I stumbled upon something in your room.

Why the bat would you do that to us?

To me?

To Jasper?

I have made up my mind.

Me and Ryan are leaving, I don't have time to explain to him so I will just have to force him to leave.

This is the last time you will ever see me.

I was looking for a piece of paper to write down how much you mean to me and how much I love you.

Funny how things change, huh?

If Ryan knew about what you had in store for me, do you think he'd stand for it?

Don't try and turn this on me, either.

I slept with Jasper, big deal, Vlad, you ended my life before it was really beginning, how do you think I feel?

That's the thing with Bad Vlad, he never thinks.

Bad Vlad needs to realise that my Vlad will want answers.

How will you react then?

You say you're the same people, yet you do this to me.

I know my Vlad is in there somewhere, and I don't intend of seeing him again, either, it's too painful to think about.

He killed me.

You killed me.

Why?

Think about this when I'm gone,

Don't bother thinking I'm ever coming back, because I'm not.

I deserve a better life.

I deserve a better relationship.

I deserve a better future, although that's now difficult, what with being dead and everything.

I will never have children, do you know how hard that is come to terms with?

You will never get to hold me as I sob.

I will never get the freedom I craved.

You have ruined my life, Vlad.

I will never forgive you.

Ever,

I have never hated someone as much as I hate you right now.

Good Bye,

This is becoming a habit of mine, saying good bye on paper.

Enjoy your last letter,

There won't be anymore.

Erin.'

Vlad read and read.

He finished and threw it into the air, about to burn it into flames.

Just as he was about too, though, a thought occurred to him.

He whipped off to find his Dad.


Vlad stormed around the castle trying to locate his Father.

"Dad?" He shouted, growing impatient.

"Vladdy?" His Father replied.

"I trust you heard about In-"

His Father looked at him, sadness in his eyes.

"I did hear, Vladdy, I did."

He paused as a tear slid down his pale face.

"Oh, come here, son."

He engulfed him in a huge hug.

"Dad, I know who did it." He whispered.

"You do?!" His Father asked, surprised.

"I do. And there's not a bone in my body that will ever forgive them."

"Vlad, who did it?" His Father asked, anger emerging in his voice.

"Jasper did." Vlad couldn't look his Father in the eyes.

"What?! Why would he-"

"I don't know-" Vlad interrupted him.

"-But trust me, I will find him and give him what he deserves."

His Father said nothing, just disappeared into thin air.


"Renfield?" The Count snapped.

"M-Master?" Renfield stuttered.

"Find me that traitor Jasper, now!"

"Jasper, Master?" Renfield wondered.

"Yes, that weasel I had in my chambers earlier! He has a lot of explaining to do!" He snapped.

"R-Right away, Master." Renfield said, uneasily.

"Go now!" The Count snarled at him.

Renfield turned on his heel, and proceeded to carry out his Master's orders.