Mr. Crepsley Tribute

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Sometimes I wonder if it could have been different. If maybe, just maybe, I hadn't of let you fight in my place. Maybe then the Vampeneze Lord would be dead and you wouldn't be.

You see Mr. Crepsley, it never really occurred to me that you really might die. No matter how many times you lectured me on how mortal vampires truly were. . . you always seemed. . . I don't know, just different. Like maybe the rules applied to Gavner, Kurda, Arra and everyone else, but not you. Like you were a true vampire- immortal. Guess that wasn't the case. I can still make out your body a little still. I know the fire will make it disappear soon enough, but I still see you dying in my mind. . . I don't think I'll ever really forget.

The others will get over it soon enough; they're already making plans to ambush Steve before he can regroup. I still can't believe it though. You weren't just my tutor in the vampire ways. . . you were, well more. You became my friend, father, and brother in one. There was a time when I thought I would never forgive you for making me what I am, but now, I wish nothing more than to trade my life for yours.

Your last words to me were not to become obsessed with killing Steve and even minutes ago I thought I could honor that. Now I'm not so sure. Seeing him laughing while you screamed in agony is just too, too. . . Ah, I suppose I'm fulfilling the role of the tormented mourner now aren't I? But one thing for sure, I don't think I will ever have your composure. Even though I am dry-eyed right now, I can just feel that I'm going to make a fool of myself at your funeral. God Almighty, what I wouldn't do just to hear you call me an impudent brat one more time. . .

The others are talking about me now; every now and again I can hear whispers of it. They're afraid I'm going through a depression. Ha! If only they knew what you meant to me. But before they drag me away from your grave- as they know all too well I'm not leaving here without a fight- I want to promise you one thing. Mr. Crepsley, I don't know if you can hear me now from Paradise, if such a place even exists, but I swear upon your blood that flows within my veins, I will have revenge. I know you wished it otherwise, but if it takes me to my grave, I will kill Steve Leonard to pay back your blood. I think it will be only then that I shall begin to forgive myself for letting you go in my place. Until then, rest in peace Mr. Crepsley, my teacher, my father. . . my friend.

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Dedicated to all other heart-broken Crepsley fans out there and to the one and only Darren. Please review so I know I'm not alone.