Prologue

How it felt to die...

Well I'll tell you this, in the beginning it wasn't enjoyable. I remember struggling. But in the middle of the journey it started to get cold. Then I could feel anything. I then remember opening my eyes and seeing my self. Deceased, hanging with my dead sad eyes staring right at my parents. My mother was crying, but not in tears of sadness. No, it wasn't tears of joy either...

What's the right word for it?.... AH. Disappointment.

You see, she was disappointed that it had to come to my execution. Like things could've been better if I was a "normal" child...

Oh my father? He just thanked the priest for everything and paid the executor. You are probably wondering, why would a man do such a terrible thing or you are probably in awe. You see, my father was happy to have a son. These were back in dark ages when villages hated anything that was or they thought was demonic. And, witches were one of the main things.

So, my father was happy he didn't have worry about raising a witch. Unfortunately for him, I was gay. I found this out when I first met the love of my life, Bruce. Oh, AND Bruce was a vampire so...

What did I think when I first saw the situation? Well of course them being my only family, it broke my heart. Especially knowing they never really loved me. How do I feel now? Well good riddance honestly, my father was abusive for not being manly enough and my mother did nothing about it.

I was angry-- no FURIOUS at Bruce and blamed everything on him. I still regret it till this day for say those terrible words to him-

(Bruce: "Love, it was a long time ago. I knew you didn't mean them anyway.")

Yes, I know. But I still hate myself for saying them...

What did Bruce do?... Heh... he stayed with me ever since then. He never left. And it now that I know, that he never will.