Some would call me a monster and maybe they're right. After all, I did slaughter an intolerant group of misguided humans just to save a vampire from a burning house. They tried to destroy her family and managed to murder her mate. Heartbroken and sullen, she had sat down next to his ashes, waiting for the flames to consume her.
But the fire did not take her, I did. I pulled her from the house, knowing the number of humans that would die for her to live and accepting that price. And now, as I hold her in my arms, letting her tears soak my shirt, I console her and am reminded: Those who are so bigoted are the real monsters here.
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