Hello ^^ I know some of you, well, most of you, didn't really like the last chapter, and I can understand that, but then again, it does not bother me when you threaten to stop reading. Honestly, I just write the story I had in mind when I started.

Anyway, this is the last chapter. I don't think this will be as surprising as I thought it would, but see for your self. Read and Review.

I was flying above Shreveport. Just flying. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be.

Maybe I should tell Jason. But then again, no. What should I tell him? She committed suicide, because she was possessed and couldn't handle it anymore? Jason might have gotten smarter over the years, but not that smart. That she had a heart attack? I wish. Well, no, I did not wish my wife had had a heart attack. I wish she was still alive, and that I had never gone to Fangtasia tonight. It was wrong, and it felt wrong, but it also felt like it was the once shot I had of being the old me, the me before Sookie, before hurt, even before love. But you cannot just go back. No matter how much it hurts, you can't go back; I, of all, should know this. I had been alive for over a millennium.

I had dishonored the love we shared.

I could imagine the teary eyes, the way she would look at me, and ask 'why?', if she knew. Honestly, I didn't know. I knew it seemed like a good plan when it popped into my mind. It seemed like it was the only thing I had left, now that she was gone; now I only had who I used to be. But that wasn't so. She had changed me.

A vampire who has lived for a few hundred years knows how to stay stable, makes the person you are after those years the status quo. That is something you can always fall back on, and I would never think something could change the status quo after being an incarnated vampire. I was wrong. And I was wrong in believing you could go back after that.

I couldn't go home. I couldn't even go to her funeral. I couldn't go to Pam.

Pam's judgmental eyes had told me she would never understand. Who would? I, in my right mind, would not either.

I looked around, even though I knew I was not going to see anything. I was high above the city of Shreveport.

I was alone in more ways that I ever thought possible.

The bloody tear number nine thousand ran down my face.

Finally, I flew after being still in the air, for who knows how long.

Having my destination set, I flew as fast as I could.

I landed in the middle of the forest, just standing there for a second.

Then I tore a three up, roots and all. It felt good, but not good enough.

I hit once, twice, again and again, until the three was nothing but splints and one piece of thin three, just a bit thicker than a sheet of paper.

I popped my fangs out, brought it to my finger and broke the skin.

I spread a bit of the blood over the paper, and picked up a splint.

I sent a call to Pam, knowing it would take her a while to get to me.

And then… Then I took a splint up in my hand, and brought it to my heart.

People say they see a dark tunnel with a light at the end, but for me it was all different. It was a painfully white tunnel, with a peaceful black opening at the end.

I left only two meaningful things in your world; a child, Pam, and a piece of paper, with 'I'm sorry it ever got to this, Pam.' Written in my own blood, but to me, this is more than so many others leave behind. I knew Pam would do fine without me. She was strong, stronger than me, and she had will.

At least I have an eternity of peace.

I was debating on wether or not he got to the same place as Sookie, but I felt like it would be better just to leave it here and let the readers ponder. I know what I think happened. You're very welcome to write what you think. Until we meet again, dear readers.