I always wonder who I really am... A vampire? A murderer? An assassin? Or a demon? I don't and I never knew... Or maybe I knew but I don't want to remember Everything's so confusing... So hurtful that I would rather forget But they... They changed me so much So much that I don't want to 'him' to despise me of who I really am... The daughter of the vampire who tried to kill 'him' and his family... That is if he wouldn't know the true me And if he would know... I just hope he would still love me for what I am...