Death is peaceful. Death is calm. Death smells like cherry blossoms.
Wait!
"f**k, I cannot even get this right."
As I slowly open my eyes, I see what I suspected. I am very much alive; I tragically missed my heart by inches. Some will say it is luck, I, I say I am cursed. While Edward and Elloise seem to be relieved, I am slightly annoyed that I cannot accomplish one simple thing, such as dying. Yes, I do sound like a Vampire that is trying to commit suicide, which by all fairness is impossible. Maybe next time, I should consider asking someone else to kill me, or just not try to do it at all.
While it takes me a few minutes to retract the Ancient blade from my chest, it need not take me a second to see that my dear Anastasia is still very much deceased. Her frail body is lying next to
