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as he sat down in his dirty green lazyboy. “Damn it, what happened?” He said aloud to no one in particular. “Everything was going fine, and then everything just fell apart.”
     
    The truth was, he knew what had gone wrong. After leaving Raffian's lair, the three of them headed off in Bobby’s truck. They really had no destination in mind. Vegas had been joked about, so they had begun to head South with that in mind.
     
    The problems began to hit that first night. Guilt had been building up in Brian ever since he started to feel friendship toward Bobby. Brian could see the conflict that first night as the old trucker sat in the motel room they were all sharing, averting his eyes as Brian fed on a packet of human blood. He realized that the suggestion on Bobby was wearing off again, this time even faster than the first. It left him with a dilemma: he and Heather needed a ride, but the truth was, Brian could get that anywhere. It wasn't necessary to mess around with the old guy's head anymore. He liked the trucker and he would have liked to have him as a real friend.
     
    But that was never going to be. He knew that. People would never accept a vampire in their midst, let alone one that messed with their mind and endangered them for his own needs.
     
    So the next morning Brian said his goodbyes to the old trucker. Of course, even with the suggestion wearing off, Bobby would have none of it, and it took some effort to get him to move on. It was for the best, though, so with a heavy heart, he and Heather waved goodbye as the truck sped off in the distance as they stood alone in the motel parking lot.
     
    Almost immediately, Brian felt better about himself as he and the girl of his dreams headed out to make a life for themselves. The trouble was, the guilt he felt involved more than Bobby. He found himself wondering if Heather really loved him, or for that matter if she had any real feelings for him at all. He could see that she too was beginning to question herself about why she was going with him to Vegas. It wasn't anything major, just little things like questions about their future, or wondering if her parents were alive.
     
    Normal, simple questions really. Nothing intense, just things that any normal couple would just overlook. To Brian however, those questions began to fester in his heart, creating doubts that his love was actually with him by her own choice. Doubts that made him stay his hand and allow her to make her own decisions. After all, did she love him, or was she charmed by his vampiric ability?
     
    That was the question he mulled over as he watched her drift away. Little by little she seemed to question their motives, until one day the big decision came. Should he give her a push and suggest that she stay, or encourage her to leave?
     
    In the end there really was only one decision he could make. If he wanted a slave to follow his every whim, there were plenty of woman he could get for that. But if he wanted the woman he loved more than life itself to love him, then he had to be willing to let her go. Two nights later, she did just that.
     
    While Brian feigned sleep as he did every night, Heather packed up her meager belongings and left a short goodbye letter for him. He watched from the shadows as she climbed into a yellow pickup she waved down just in front of the motel they were staying at, then he stood there as she drove away from his life. It was one of the hardest things he had ever done.
     
    For a whole month, he stayed in that motel and waited for her to return, waiting for a little miracle to happen, the one thing that he needed to give his life hope and meaning. To say he wasn't a monster, but someone that could be loved and trusted, but it never came. She never came.
     
    For a while he thought he would go mad with sorrow, as he sat by his window, night and day waiting for her to return. He had been so sure that if he let her go, just like in the movies she would realize her mistake