MISTAKE

Perhaps this was the way it was meant to be. Maybe all life had to offer was a never ending stream of misery. Maybe it was my fault for succumbing to it.

I try to live and I'm considered an ill omen. I try to survive and I'm considered cruel. Is it wrong to kill those who threaten my life and that which is precious to me.

I gave up my life to usher in a new one, hoping against hope that I could finally have some semblance of peace. Yet, It was never meant to be. No matter what I do, No matter where I go, I am considered a monster. I hope that if I am the monster they say I am, I may find some peace. That road also ends in misery.

I decide to escape to the other side of this land, hoping to find freedom from my madness. I am hunted for trying to reach someone pure. I am driven out for harming the one they love. And in turn, I am led to my doom by the very person who I had hurt.

Yet, Death does not find me. My… captor uses me as he pleases. Experiments, tortures, abuses… All for the sake of study. Just to create a weapon.

I become a weapon to use as he and his descendants please. I survive by killing my own kind. Battling one monster after another, hoping that maybe someone would end this misery.

One night, on another one of these hunts, I see…. something, someone. Something so pure, the purest I had seen, that I had to have her at all cost. And I do. I help her, train her, drive to become stronger so that it may survive. So that may I have something to make this bearable. During a pivotal moment of a conflict that threatened my current home, she finally becomes what I always hoped she would be. But I was banished before I could do more than express a token my pride.

I spend the next few decades fighting my way back to the one I know waiting for me, one who never lost hope on my return.

I finally made my way back to her. Her joy on my return was the one thing that made all those decades of tireless fighting worth all the effort.

I watch her lead her soldiers with the air of a king. I watch her tend to my master with love. I watch her rip her enemies apart with all the grace and strength of one I sired. I wait to approach her fearing she might reject any of my feelings towards her. My fears rear their head, driving me to keep my feelings closed off. That maybe if I bared my heart to her, she will disappear just like all those I had loved.

Now, As I see her lying in a pool of her blood, her body slowly crumbling to ash, I begin to wonder on all my choices in life. My kingship, vampirism, creations, revenge, capture, servitude, battles, return and most of all, her. Why do I always end up in this misery. Why does life always end in the death of those precious to me?

And yet, It is not the thought of all my past misery and despair that undo me. It her eyes that turn towards to me, those cerulean blues filled with understanding and love, those lips curving into that smile I hate.. and love. But most of all, It is her words that destroy any last vestiges of hope I held and crash to the ground in sobs as she disappears.

"I Love You Vlad"

Author Notes: Hey guys this is my first story. Literally the first story I have ever written in my life. So be brutally honest, Good, bad, disastrous... Give me your stark opinion. Thanks for reading this by the way.