Marshall Lee's POV;
It was cold in the house. Just like it was cold in my heart. No blood flow through my veins. No heart thudded through my chest, no life through my existence.
Being a vampire might be an incredibly amazing thing; especially when you were the king. But it's nothing that interests me. I was tired of it. Tired of not living while living. Tired of not having a heart beat or even a pulse.
No one trusted me. No one loved me. I had minimal friends. More enemies then I could count. Would anyone ever want to be around me? Probably not.
It doesn't help when I'm mean half of the time. Snide comments. Rude jokes. Sarcastic come backs. But that was me.
Marshall Lee.
