Do you remember that girl last night? How her raven hair flowed over her shoulders or how she smiled when I told her that dumb joke about the fish? She reminded me, very much—perhaps, that is what got me thinking along these lines—of your sister. But yes, I know of your sister. A tragedy, alas, with no closure. That man fiddled with her heart, broke it, and she broke yours with a leap, I think. They never found her body, and the man responsible disappeared the same day.
What has that tragedy been to you but a vampire?
Tale Told 