Page 95 of The Vampyre


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“Forgive me, Helena,” I choked out.

Taking hold of the hot poker, I watched as the black shaft faded into a white-hot tip.

Out of all the times I thought it was over, this was really it.

Tears flooded down my cheeks, my cries broken and soft.

Tired, I was so tired.

I chugged what I could of the remaining whiskey, disposing of the decanter onto the wooden floor. It shattered, whiskey and glass spilling across the floor.

And I took the poker, turned the blazing tip toward my chest. A knot tightened in my throat.

My eyes came to the ceiling, “I will not live eternity without you.”

With one fluid movement, I shoved the iron deeply into my heart.

THE END

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