There I was in my four poster bed that resembled a coffin. I was thinking of her yet again, I tried really hard to banish the memory and pain of her. It had been roughly 112 years since I last spoke to her. I see her image every time I go to sleep, I remember the last thing she said to me" You didn’t even pretend you cared, all you thought about how tainted your soul has become since the fang was burned into your chest." I shudder to think of the fang, the worst thing a vampire can have done to them. The fang is a marking not from the devil per say but from something much, much worse. It’s from the high covenant who are by far more evil then what the bible tells us the devil is. They may not take your soul but they will twist it beyond belief, they will make you do things you normally wouldn’t do, from murdering an entire family to destroying a child’s future by turning them into one of the undead. The worst thing though is that they make you do it even though you know its wrong. Yet you have to because the have complete and utter control over you soul. Try as you might you cannot fight them once they have chosen to play with your soul.

She didn’t understand why I felt horrified about the covenant toying with my life. I mean what gives her the right to judge me? She is the one who supports what the covenant does, the one whom willingly kills innocent families just for her jollies. And yet I cannot help but still love her, even though I know she is every thing of what I see as evil. She said I was her hated secret even though she is what a lot of vampires despise. The night she left I felt like a great burden of mine was lifted, yet another was placed in its stead to serve as a reminder that I’m never alone anymore. The covenant is always watching to see if I will try to break their hold on me. I’ve heard it was possible to defy the covenant, but many who do end up nothing but dust or worse just a living corpse to do their bidding with no mind at all. I didn’t want to become like the other vboons, that’s what most vampires called them. Most of us pity them, but a lot of us just avoid them. They feel no pain no emotion, they are nothing but mindless fighters. So I try my best not to piss with the covenant, I keep a low profile as not to bring their fury down upon me. Sometimes I feel like just staying out past dawn to feel the final pain of death. But then again I couldn’t secretly defy the covenant now could I? I was in the organization that helped fight the covenant’s power but we were cautious enough never to openly defy them we were the Night Pitbulls.