Last Vampire.
She asked him.
"I no longer care about that diary; I care about you. I swear on..." The small crash of the bottle Melia threw to the floor stopped him mid-sentence. "I love you; forgive me," he stammered.
"Your forgiveness means as little to me as hurting me meant to you. All of you." She looked from Fox to Za. "Are liars." She emphasized. "Your soul," she looked at Helena, "is the purest I've seen so far, along with my mother's." She smiled and laughed. "You haven't hurt me yet. And that gives you points..." Helena didn't say a word; she didn't know what to say about what was happening. She was only leaning against the pillar, hugging herself. "Do you want to know who gave me the diary?" Sh