I tried to sneak in quietly.

"Somebody's in trouble", Pam sang.

I turned and saw Eric, Pam, and Chow. I smiled sheepishly.

Pam grabbed my neck and sat me down in a chair.

"Where were you?" Eric asked.

"Out. With my friends", I said, "You're not my father".

He rushed forward and held my forearms down on the armrests of the chair. "I am your maker. Something more than a father", he said. He leaned forward and softly kissed my temple. "Go get ready for bed", he said, "I'll join you later". He released my forearms and I got up.

I went to my room at Fangtasia in the attic. I hardly slept during the day. I would lie awake in my coffin, dreaming of the sunlight. I got ready and sat down to brush my hair.

Eric entered. He took the brush from me and started to brush my hair. "You've been reckless my love", he said.

"I know and I'm sorry", I said.

He laughed. "You're a thousand years old and still act like a newborn", he said.

I pouted.

He leaned down and kissed my pouting lips.

I smiled. "You know I can't resist that", I told him, "I liked your hair long and shaggy".

"I felt like changing", he said, "Since I do not age".

"How do you think I feel Eric? I'll never grow old! I'll be stuck a stupid little 15 year old that you can screw anytime you feel like it!" I yelled. I had never yelled at Eric.

Eric leaned down to my level and looked me in the eyes. "My love, I am sorry. I saw you and knew I had to have you", he said.

"Didn't you stop and think about what I wanted?" I said crying bloody tears.

Eric kissed my cheeks and my forehead. He stood up and held out his hand.

I took it and he led me to his coffin.

He layed down and I layed down next to him with my head on his chest. It comforted me that he had no heartbeat.

"Goodnight my love", Eric said.

"Goodnight Eric", I said.

When the sun rose, we were dead to the world.