I was healed enough to move. I heard everything. I got up and walked over to Richard. I knew he was dying. I knew there was only one way to save him. That was to turn him into a vampire. I took his wrist and bit it and hoped I was able to save him. I then heard the others. I just layed down and played dead. I forgot I wasn't in the same spot and Richard's hand was still in mine. I had a tight enough grip on his hand that I felt his palse getting slower and slower.
I really didn't want this for anyone. Then his heart stopped. I hoped I was fast enough.
"He's gone." Said Till.
"What do we do with them?"
"Give them a good funeral."
At that moment I couldn't take it anymore. I woke up and looked at Till. I then stood up and grabbed my one guitar that the guy didn't use to hit me or Richard with. I started to play. They all had their backs to me. They faced me when I started to play.
"This isn't possible?" Said Flake.
I walked over to him and put the guitar down. I then picked Flake up and put him down. I smiled at him he pointed at my teeth. Till notice the problem.
"This can't be possible." Said Till.
I picked up Richard and we got out of the building. We hoped the guy Till tied up didn't follow us. We got our stuff and left Ireland.
We were home. When I layed Richard in bed. I thought I was too late and not fast enough to save him. Till had apologized to me. I sat on the floor in the bedroom and cried.
