Francis sat all alone again in his apartment. He had just returned from his hunt for blood. He hated that he had to kill people, but it was a necessity if he wanted to continue to 'live'. He wasn't sure he wanted to do that anymore though. When he was a young vampire, 6 centuries ago, he was in love with a woman. The one who had changed him. He didn't know she was a vampire, until she changed him. He thought they would be together forever once he turned, but she was no longer with him. Hunters had taken his lovely Jeanne. Staked her and threw her into the sun to make sure. He watched her burn. He heard her cry in agony until she was nothing but ash. He'd cried for a week over the loss of his true love, and his unbeating heart was still broken in to pieces. How he wished he could hear her sing again and could hold her close. He missed her so much. But he had promised her he'd keep living if she ever died. He wished he'd never made that promise.
He collapsed against the wall in a sad mess, blood running down his chin. He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. What was the point of living, if you didn't have a pulse. If you were really just a dead body, that is kept animated by only a working brain, not needing regular food to sustain you. He wiped his chin, blood getting on his nice shirt. Not that he cared. Nothing mattered to him anymore. Yet for some reason he always went to drink. Something, more than likely his promise to Jeanne, kept him going. He sighed as he stood. He knew pouting wasn't going to bring her back. He could just try to continue to exist. Just exist until he was murdered, or time ended.
How he wished the Hunters or the Wolves would find him and kill him, but fate and fortune didn't want him to die apparently. He must have some sort of reason to be alive, or fate just hated him.
He walked to his bathroom and washed his face, then to his bedroom and change his shirt. The sun was threatening to peek out over the horizon, so he quickly shut his blinds, and hid under his covers, and dreamt. He dreamt of his lovely Jeanne. Of everything that ever happened to him. And of someone new. A blonde man, with shinning green eyes. Eyes that seemed to heal his broken soul. His hurting heart. Someone he could love.
And for the first time in 5oo years, the lonely and broken vampire felt love.