Poem by Diabolique

Merge your mind with mine. He told her softly. Memories, so many, all dark. Fleeting. Pushing through them all she found the one he wanted her to find. The colors, bright green, blues, and yellows. Standing there, knowing that is was coming, that loss. They all had the same loss. Looking through his eyes, she saw it happen. The last feeling slip away. The jungle-gym his father had built him as a child. The rope swing. It had to be ten feet tall. The extra large slide, so his father could go down it with him. All the bridges, and tunnels. The trees in that wondrous shade of green that he loved so much. It sat back toward the end of their land in the mountains. She found the memory of that day.

He stood so silent, so still, just looking at this massive structure. The sheer magnitude must have been overwhelming as a child. But he loved it. And walking to it that day was the hardest thing he had ever done. No matter how many vampires he hunted. No matter how many were his friends and loved ones, nothing had been harder than that day.

Staring at this childhood dream, and watching it slip away. The colors fade. The joy of it leaving his life forever. Knowing that it may never return. He walked to the swing, sitting softly down. The last thing he felt was the tears stinging his eyes, and then it was gone. Just like that, gone, until she came.

She stared at him, tears filling her eyes, and she wept for him. Then, offering herself to him of her own free will, ended the pain he had unknowingly suffered through for five hundred years.