Of blood and vampires and humans and sorrow.

Today I headed out to get a drink by myself. It's funny how quickly I've grown accustomed to drinking. Before, whenever I first headed out to get a drink, I used to be so nervous - shaking, worried that I might get caught. If the thirst hadn't been so bad, I would have just stayed in. But slowly, as things get easier, I get more confident - really, it's like driving! And then you just know what to do. It also helped when Peter, and then Paul, were around. And now I have no qualms about just heading out for a drink by myself.
But I'm digressing. As I was saying, I went out for a drink and decided to head down to the park. It varies, sometimes I go to the park, other times I go to a couple of other different streets. Both Peter and Paul have warned me never to go to the same place too many times, to always change my routine. Really, sometimes I feel like I'm a spy or a criminal. Anyway, I headed down to the park this time and it was pretty dark then, around eight thirty or so, and I saw this girl sitting on the bench alone. "Ah ha," I think to myself. "Dinner!" And I walked over to her. She turned and looked up at me, and I was just struck by how sad she seemed then.
And for some reason, I just said, "Hi."
"Hi," she said.
"Sorry," I said after a moment or two, "I, uh, was going to sit down, but I'll leave you alone."
"Na," she said. "It's okay. It's just that I've been having a rough day, is all." she sighed heavily. "Just thought I'd take a walk out to clear my head, you know what I mean?"
"I can understand rough days," I said sympathetically. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
She shrugged. "Nothing much to talk about. I mean, you can't change things that have happened."
"What happened?" I asked softly, sitting down.
"It's just that..." she looked away, "someone I loved very much died today."
"I'm sorry," I said. "That must be tough."
She let out a little laugh. "Yeah. Tough. It was pretty tough. I just keep wishing... I just keep wishing that I could see him again. Wish I could keep him alive."
I thought about my parents. If I could, if they had died later, if I had become a vampire sooner, would I have tried to keep them alive by turning them into vampires as well? But, somehow, it doesn't seem right. I mean, I didn't have all that much a choice in becoming a vampire and even though I hadn't minded becoming one, would I want to assume that responsibility for someone else? And then the thought occured to me, someday I might have to decide whether I wanted to turn someone into a vampire to keep them alive. Would it be better to keep them alive or to just let them die? Would it be going against fate...going against what they wanted to do? Jeez, I don't know.
"But I guess it was fate," said the girl, her words echoing my thoughts. "Just wish it wasn't so hard."
"I know," I agreed. "Life can be pretty hard sometimes." I got up to go. "I have to go now. I'm sorry. I hope you're going to be all right."
She smiled a little, it was a sad smile. "Don't worry about me, I'll be all right. Good bye."
"Bye," I said.
It was just one of those strange occurences....and I don't think it would ever have happened if I had been a human. A vampire-human occurence, just for a few brief moments, without the exchange of blood. Just two minds in the dark. Do these things happen often with other vampires and humans, I wonder, as I took the blood of a butcher on his way home. He smelt of meat and blood, but I'm used to that.