They said that my abilities couldn't be used for good. Still, they'd been wrong before. All I wanted was to be able to save her.
The legends all said that my abilities couldn't be used for good, that everything I touched would turn to ash. Still, they'd been wrong about so much. I wanted them to be wrong about this too, wanted to be able to save her, and possibly myself as well.
The vampire world by itself was more than deadly enough to force me into the kind of dark decisions that I'd wanted to avoid from the moment I realized what I was. I couldn't have found Melody at a worse time, but I just couldn't bring myself to abandon her. I should have. She wasn't the link to my past that I'd been desperately craving, and my very existence put her in a danger, but something kept pulling me back to her. Maybe it was her innate goodness. It seemed to warm the frozen fragments of my humanity.
The war, unanticipated as it was, seemed like the perfect chance to win my freedom and save us both. I hadn't realized the price it would extract. Hadn't realized just home important the one link I did have to my past would become to me.