Time was starting to blend together for me. I was dead more than a year ago, yet I didn't really start to feel dead until my daughter became just like me. No, scratch that, she wasn't just like me. She was a real vampire. She had the bloodlust, and she had no soul. No guilt to tie her to the family and life she knew before Sophia took her from us.

I had all of the soul we shared now. All of her memories were colliding with my own, and each day, each hour, it was killing me more. I was becoming the corpse I was meant to be because I couldn't quite find the urge to live. The only thing that kept me from greeting a sunrise was my son. And my daughter. Because you couldn't separate them. Not even in death.

I made my way to the hotel and easily climbed up on the roof. For a moment I was content hanging in the shadows and not being seen. Of course she knew I was there. She felt me the way I felt her. The way we felt Angel. I'd been putting off seeing either of them because it was too hard to wear a mask. At least at work I could be as empty and angry as I truly felt. I didn't have to pretend that I still had the fight inside me. That I still gave a damn about how things ended up.

Indifference is a powerful emotion. It's truly the opposite of love. Hate is inspired by passion. Hate will make you wake up and have a purpose for the day. Even if that purpose was only revenge. Indifference made you a corpse.

I dropped down next to her and looked out at the sky. "Hi."