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(Prologue)
Though your name and family remain unknown, we stand here to bid you farewell
To the next life you shall go, to heaven with its golden gates
And in God’s Grace you shall prosper there
May the songbird find rest in your heart
We mourn
We grieve
We release
-The funeral rites of a vampire, usually done by a priest in the vampire cemetery; the first four lines are followed by away in the vamp. language or ayai, the last three are repeated
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“I’ll always love you.” He said with his dying breath, falling slowly to the ground as if it repelled him.
“NO!” She shouted, falling to her knees, trying to pick him up, cradling him in her arms.
The rain fell steadily around them.
“Trowa, help me, come on he has to be alive… Trowa!” She called.
“Lena,” He said shaking her, “He’s gone, just let him go.”
“No, I won’t, I can’t, he can’t be, it’s not possible, Trowa please.” She cried, tears streaming down her face. “Heero, no, wake up, wake up, just please open your eyes.” She whispered, as mud sloshed around her skirt. “Please.”
“What shall we do with him?” Asked a woman from the crowd gathered behind them.
“Hang him in the square!” A man shouted.
“Let us publicly humiliate him!” Another shouted.
“Yea!” Everyone else yelled.
“No!” She shouted, “Nora Gills, Harry Lous, Jacob Rener, you can’t. My family has helped each and every one of you and you would disgrace us like this?”
“He is not one of your family!” Nora Gills yelled, “He is a vampire, an evil one! And you, you dare defend him? You vampire lover! You are a disgrace to your family name!”
“Trowa,” she pleaded, “Distract them, please, I have to get him away, please.”
He looked at her for a moment before nodding. At his nod she dragged the body away, doing her best to keep it as clean as possible. She half carried it to her destination, the gravedigger’s house. She sloshed through the mud, pulling the body with her. It rained relentlessly as she pulled it up the hill, getting closer and closer to her sanctuary.
She slipped and fell into the mud where she stopped and held him close, drops of water cleaning their faces. If one looked at them, one might think that he was sleeping, and that she was watching over him but for the bright red blood that trickled through her fingers, and the unmistakable stream of tears running steadily down her face, mingling with the rain and falling ever so slowly onto his body.