The last drops of beautiful liquid known as beer pour themselves down my throat as I tilt my head back as far as it'll go, keeping the bottom edge of the glass between my teeth all the way. I can't help but groan a little into the glass as it's finally empty. Then I drop my head back to upright and put the glass bad down on the table in front of me.

Ugh, it's horrible...

Taking a bunch of deep breaths, I try and stop the heavy feeling in my stomach that seems to keep getting worse the more I drink. When it feels almost manageable I reach for the pitcher of beer on the table next to my glass in the booth, pouring myself more.

Of all the places I had to come to get drunk and forget all my problems, why did it have to be this place? I was just wanting to get a drink or seven and I had to come here of all places. This has to be some sort of cosmic joke someone is playing on me.

I look around at the bar, almost full of people, around my seat. They're all mostly focusing on the little altar they've set up in the corner for people to go and mourn if they want to.

More importantly, what kind of idiot plans a group crying session in a bar? It's full of booze and people looking to drink it. You're just asking for people to get drunk and ruin it. I at least had the good sense not to come here on purpose to get drunk and be depressed. Whoever was dumb enough to plan this thing actually thought that a bar would be a good place. I'd be more than happy to be somewhere else, but most of the frat houses cancelled their parties out of respect for the dead. Kinda limited my options.

So instead I'm stuck here listening to these damn people crying and paying their respects. It's pathetic. If they really knew anything they'd never be spending so much time crying over her. You don't cry over someone who was stupid enough to get themselves killed by a bunch of vamps. She practically asked for it. The way she was all innocent and nice to everyone. Always said excuse me or I'm sorry when running into someone or taking food before someone else did. It was so sweet and helpful of her. Really made me wanna get her naked and screw it up by screwing her brains out.

My beer spills out over the top of my glass and splashes onto my hand. I stop pouring, setting the pitcher down and reaching for a napkin, wiping my hand clean.

Is it any wonder some vamp wanted to sink its teeth into her neck? She might as well have gone into a demon bar in a tank top and a mini-skirt, or been stupid enough to lie down on a railroad track in front of an oncoming train. As far as I'm concerned, anyone stupid enough to act that nice and innocent deserves whatever it is that they get. And I don't think you should have a funeral for someone that dumb. No matter how hot they might've been.

Picking up the glass in my hand, I put the edge of it to my lips and suck up enough to tilt the glass towards me and start drinking it down in gulps.

Of course, no one ever listens to me. I mean, why the hell would they? It's not like my opinion is worth anything to anyone other than me. It's not like I matter enough to anyone to really be listened to. Everyone else has their own opinion anyway and it usually involves something a lot better than anything I can come up with. And I don't really like my opinion a lot of the time either so why the hell should anyone else listen to it?

The constant gulping of beer gets a little too much for me and I stop drinking, setting the half empty drink down in front of me and taking a couple deep breaths as the alcohol gives me this good rush all through my body on the way to my brain.

I might as well be chopped liver to them just like I am with everybody else.

That rush of good feeling starts to go away so I reach for my glass again to take another drink.

"I guess I should've figured that you'd be here."

Looking up, I see some skinny short guy standing just away from my booth with...

Oh, great, him...

"Though I would've figured it was better to be staying in bed and resting. How are you feeling?"

What the hell is it his business for?

"None of your business..."

He sorta stares at me curiously for a second.

"Okay, obviously your mood hasn't changed much. But I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing."

Great...

"Well why don't you go away to think about it and not get back to me?"

The moron who saved me the other night is silent for a bit and for a second I actually think he's gonna take the suggestion.

"I could do that I guess..."

Suddenly, like a cat, he slides into the booth with me but keeps a safe distance.

"Or I could sit down and you could tell me the answer."

Ugh... is he really still talking?

"I could, but I'm not gonna. So how about you go away?"

Again he's not saying anything for a second.

"I'm sorry, it's just... usually when I save someone, they tend to be happy to be alive and all about the celebrating. But I came here to pay my respects and found you here smelling of the half empty pitcher of beer you've probably been drinking since the place opened an hour ago... doesn't really give off that happy to be alive vibe."

Part of me just has to scoff and roll my eyes at how stupid what he just said sounded.

"And I'm supposed to be happy about something?"

What's his name seems to get it in his head that wasn't a rhetorical question and thinks about it for a second while I start drinking again. He looks over the bar and stops around where just about everyone is paying their respects. It gives him this sorta sad look.

"Did you know her well?"

Yeah, right...

"Not nearly as much as I would've liked..."

"New friend?"

Again I scoff as I take a breath or two from drinking.

"Not really..."

Thankfully that makes him quiet enough for me to drink.

"Oh..."

All I do is keep on drinking.

"I'm, sorry..."

The only response I really feel like giving is a shrug.

"Like I said, I didn't really get to know her as well as I would've wanted to."

When I actually get a quiet moment to drink, part of me has to look over at the moron sitting beside me to see that he's got this slightly confused and almost angry look on his face.

"Well, I'm still sorry..."

I have to laugh a little at what he just said.

"Yeah, sure you are."

That angry look kinda gets a little more than the confused.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

Rolling my eyes, I have to laugh a little again.

"Mostly because you killed her..."

The confusion in him all but disappears.

"What?"

I don't think I stuttered.

"You killed her."

He looks around to make sure no one heard me, and I don't think anyone did. It makes him move a little closer.

"I tried to save her."

I roll my eyes and tip my glass in the direction of the altar set up for the dead girl then start drinking it to about halfway empty.

"Yeah, and look how well that worked out."

He sorta looks around again before saying anything.

"I said I'm sorry, I know that doesn't make it better but... look, I, by the time I got there, she was almost dead. I tried to go after her but the one that had you dropped you in favor of attacking me. They ganged up and by the time I was able to get to her, she was going blue. There was nothing I could do for her. So I took care of the vamps and checked on you. You were out but still barely breathing, so I picked you up and brought you home. I wanted to go back for your friend but you were in pretty bad shape and so I sent my Safe Ride buddy to find her. He reported her."

Suddenly, the memory of being grabbed by the vamp last night comes back to me and I squeeze my eyes shut as I don't feel so good.

Great, like I really wanted to remember that.

"Thanks, I really needed to remember last night."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted you to know what really happened. I didn't kill her."

Rolling my eyes, I take a deep breath and let it out as a deep breath.

"Good for you, now go away."

He doesn't move as I set my glass down on the table and turn to him, trying to shove him out of the booth. My hands connect with his pathetically skinny bicep and push him weakly. It doesn't even make him budge. So I push harder, but again he doesn't even budge.

What the hell is this guy made of, rock and steel?

I push even harder and I don't quite feel right.

"Go, away... now... please."

Then all of the sudden he moves, getting out of the booth and making me fall against the leather seat of the booth.

"All you had to do is ask nicely."

The moron starts leaving and part of me wants him to come back so I can hit him instead of push him.

"Would you jump off a bridge if I asked nicely?"

A bunch of the other people in the bar look my way and I suddenly realize I may have said that too loud, and I got back to my beer. The glass in front of me is empty though, and so is the pitcher.

God damn it... I'm nowhere near as drunk as I'd like to be. And that skinny moron makes me wanna get even drunker. I need more beer.

Pulling myself up just a bit, I force myself to the end of the booth and stand up slowly. As soon as I'm upright, I feel light-headed and almost lose by balance but I grab onto the table for dear life and manage to stay on my feet.

Gotta get the pitcher. They won't give me any more beer if I don't give them back the pitcher.

Moving makes me feel not-so-perfect but I manage to find the pitcher on the table and pick it up. My feet don't quite work right as I make my way towards the bar and I almost fall over the couple times people pass right in front of me.

Stupid people, I'm trying to walk here.

Something catches my eye as I look up at the bar and stop so that someone doesn't knock me over.

Blonde hair with reddish brown highlights in them... I, I know that hair.

They turn around and smile at me with this cute but sexy smile and I...

Oh, god... is that?

All of the sudden, my head spins and my knees buckle. The pitcher falls out of my hand and I sorta black out for a second as I fall face first into the floor.

Ow!

"Fuck!"

I feel like the room is spinning as I start to pick myself up off the floor, shaking my head to try and think properly.

I... I thought she was dead. She... she was supposed to be dead. I... I'm seeing things. I have to be. She has to be dead. There's no way she's alive. She can't be alive...

A couple of the people in the bar come over to see if I'm all right and start to help me up.

"Are you okay?"

One guy offers his hand and I use it to get my feet under me again as the girl he's with looks at me to make sure I'm okay.

"You look like you took a bad fall there, are you all right?"

With a shake of my head, I start to feel like I almost okay.

"I'm... uh, I'm okay, I think..."

Glass falls off my arms from the pitcher I just shattered and I brush the rest off me, none of which feels like it did any serious damage.

"I'll be fine. I... did you, did you see her?"

They look at me confused so I look over where I saw her before and she's gone. I look around the bar and I don't see anyone even close to looking like her.

I... I thought I saw her. She was there.

"I, I saw her I..."

There's no sign of her.

Looking at them, they still look confused.

"N-no one... I think I was seeing things."

Both of them look at each other and then at me, the girl eventually speaks up.

"You know, you don't look so good. Maybe you should go home."

That's probably a good idea. I'd really like to go home all of the sudden.

"Yeah, sure..."

The guy cocks his head in the direction of the bar.

"Looks like you could use a ride. I'll go ask the bartender to get you one of those Safe Ride people I've heard about."

He walks off towards the bar and I just try not to fall over again.

"Here, sit down..."

The girl that stays with me pulls out the chair of a nearby table as the rest of the bar goes back to what they were doing before and I sit down on the chair.

I think I need to pass out.