Here it is. Otis Otis has entered the building.

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Otis admits he is in denial. And he might just be a tiny bit scared of that fact.

Everything in his life has been so messed up yet straight forward.

He became a vampire. Had to except it when the blood cravings kicked in.

His best friend was wacko. Had to except it when Tomas had gone after Vlad's mother, Mellina.

He would betray his own kind to save the one and only, Vladimir Tod. Had to accept it when he first layed eyes in the Chosen One. The Pravus.

Otis doesn't know why the fates decided he needed to have Vlad in his life but they did so he had to accept it.

As the dangers grew along with Vlad, his feelings expanded as well.

Otis craved for Vlad's attention, affection, love. But he couldn't accept it. That's why he asked Nelly to marry him. He soon found himself giving into himself, just a little, and let himself touch Vlad, if only for a stolen minute or two.

Now his wedding and Vlad's impending leave for college are approaching and Otis his scared. Otis is scared because he admits he's in denial about being in love with one Vladimir Tod.

Otis doesn't know if it was right to admit he was in denial. He is more scared than he has ever been in his whole immortal life.

"Otis feels the same way! Thank you all mighty author of this fic."

Ya, your welcome. *rolls eyes* News Flash though: This says tragedy. *grins evily* You won't find out why until the next installment of the 'What He' Series:

What He Could've Done

Sounds ominous, don't it?