"OMG! Was it that long ago since I've updated?" was my reaction when I looked through my fics, and then I decided that I would update one of them at a time. So; this is the first of many promised updates that probably will be forgotten or smoothly ignored.

Now it's Vlad's POV, just so you know. See what I did there? Tried to rhyme. I know, I can't rhyme.

Vlad observed. Vlad longed. Vlad didn't move.

Some ash sprinkled down on the vampire's black strands of hair, causing him to rapidly try to get it off his head. Though when he realised that it was only the bi-product from the fire occurring there a few years earlier, he sighed of relief and got back to watching the outdoor activity of Stokely. He had quite recently been introduced to the fact that some cockroaches and other insects were living inside the sealing, and even though his dad liked to eat them, Vlad would never do that of free will.

From his room in the tower he saw children play in the sunlight, like he used to, bike with their friends, like he used to, be stupid and make mistakes, like he used to, and be normal like he wasn't. His gaze flashed over to the Branagh's house. Many happy, and weird, memories evolved around that building and the family that had been living in there. The family that was still living there. Thoughts about a visit to the townhouse always circulated in his head, but the remembrance of the memory wipe was keeping those thoughts where they ought to be; in his head. He missed Robin, though. Painfully much.

The front door opened to the house belonging to his childhood friend and out came he, the best friend Vlad had ever had, wearing a suit and an honest smile. He then shouted something to someone inside and laughed happily at the answer. Happy. Robin. Robin happy.

Happy without Vlad.

Maybe he should've stayed at Garside anyway, stayed with Erin. He missed her so severely and deeply that his heart could've been ripped out as well and he would'nt have noticed it. And top that with a daily reminder of that Robin is doing so unspeakably much better without him makes Vlad think of a stake as a good thing.

Vlad was about to move away from the window and into his coffin when he felt observed, looked at. He skimmed the ground down below for possible watchers and found a pair of eyes looking at him. Brown eyes.

Robin's brown eyes.

Sooooooooooooo... what did you think? I wrote this in half an hour so I'm not expecting you to think it's brilliant, but maybe good? Hopefully. Lalalalala... I'm tired and bored... goodnight... Zzz...

PS And please review :)

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