For a guy-no scratch that. For a vampire who's lost his mind, I think I was still able to think clearly. I mean seeing Blake on the floor in front of me was taunting. I saw her lifeless cheeks, her bruised arms, and those scratch marks on her neck, showing that not only was she drunk from but she didn't struggle. They must have said they would kill me if she struggled, only to end up killing her. But it didn't matter to me how she died. All I knew now was that my world, my life, my everything was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I wasn't a witch, though I attempted to be one for a moment. Was that only a day or so ago? There was no spell I could give to her to wake her from the dead. Even if I did I wasn't powerful enough to save her, and it would wind up killing me too. I
