Moonlight poured across the football feild. A lone figure sat out in the middle of the vacant grassy plains. His chrystal blue eyes, so fathomless and full of hope, skimmed over his surroundings. Not a person to be seen. His hands caressed the grass. He ran his fingers through the lush plant life. Life. Something he'd been pondering lately. What he would give to take back his many attempts to steal such a precious gift from old friends. His eyes closed for a breif painful moment. Jackson was such a dull character, but he was a caring friend. Clumsy, but caring. And Maddie. . .dear sweet Maddie. She was of his intrest for such a long duration of his life. But she was Jacks. . .all Jack's and nobody elses'. Vladimir opened his eyes once again to set on what was his. His house. Not a home, but a house; for it was not full of little children, not a wife to care for, but his belongings and physical wealth. The agonizing minutes passed him. There was no stopping the time rolling by. It creeped past him without a second thought, without a care. For him at least. The longing for a family like Jacks was strong. . .who could he possibly have now. He threw away the only one who truley loved him; the only one who cared for him for who he was; a father. Vlad remebered the tears in her eyes just before she'd rebelled by Danny's side. For a split second, he had seen her compassion for him; her love for him. Daniell. Vlad blinked back a few tears in his eyes. This is what you get for being this way. . .this is what you get. . .