She was dying--she was dying and I was powerless to keep her alive, or at least make her into what I am. I couldn't make her a Vampire. That damn tradition I was bound to, whether I like it or not, it kept me from changing her.

      "Rainyshkya," she gasped, barely able to breathe.

      "Hush, save your strength," I responded, my voice breaking from the many emotions I was feeling.

      "Don't mourn me." she whispered softly, tears rolling gently down her face, "Remember me and be happy. Be happy knowing that you were the best thing that could have happened to me."

      I watched as she closed her eyes, never to open them again.