A long time ago I was in love. Not with a vampire. But a human. She was beautiful and smart, and more full of "life" than any vampire I had ever met. You see she knew who I really was, who I am. We lived together and we survived a war together. We married. Faithful to one another through it all. Until one day. It all collapsed. Life changes in moments or seconds without warning. Vampire or human, we can all feel the same pain can't we?