You're in Vampire Country, Now

October 27th

Tater's P.O.V.

White. An Angel. He's saying something, Tater, wake your ass up! ...What? Can't stay in heaven? Where the hell am I?! Not good enough? Well, I...wait...not GOD enough?! To Hell?! He's gonna send me to HELL? Do angels have rights like that?

Mother... I rolled over into a rotting beam that supported the attic. It was dark and i could barely see two inches in front of my face. I fumbled around to find something, anything, to grasp on to. I felt a piece of paper. I waited for my vampire eyes to adjust to the light and i then read the note.

"After what Tater did to Frank...pretending to love him and care about him...i couldn't let her live. I'm sorry, Frank, i know how much she meant to you." I immediately recognized his handwriting.

Idiot. the first that came to mind, along with a string of curses. Frank, the dumbass tried to kill me, but didn't remember that you can't KILL A GOD DAMNED VAMPIRE BY JUST STABBING THEM!!!!!!!! WHAT A FUCKING DUMBASS! FUCK KILLING GERARD, FRANK IS A DEAD MAN!

And nobody was gonna stop me, that time.