Denn die Todten reiten Schnell

[Verne]

“Don’t want to let you down, but I am hell bound,” played in the background.

The words ‘I_ l o v e_ y o u’ were etched in ink across the otherwise blank page of his notebook.

Verne picked up the pistol, pulled back the slider, thumbed the safety, set his finger on the trigger, and let the muzzle kiss under his jaw.

Bang!

[Verne]

But it wasn’t enough, and it will never be enough.

Love.

It's like the little lies we all tell ourselves. I’ll save that money. I won’t buy another lotto ticket again. I’ll just eat this last donut, then no more. I’ll go to the gym three times a week.

Lies.

I loved too hard, too fast, too soon. I loved the idea of love, the idea of loving her forever, but we don’t get forever, not as mortals. Heaven is our eternity. And now I ask myself, do I deserve heaven, would it ever take me?

Atone.

I hear it in the chime of the cathedral bells.

Atone.

I went on a journey and followed in the footsteps of our brothers, the first men, those of the cross. I have seen much and learned even more, and my path is clear. I see it now.

I must kill the vampire scum.

Tonight I took a leg.

Tomorrow, I’ll take a heart.

[Verne]

[Verne]

There's a cure? Mona wouldn't lie to me... would she?

I have to find Dom.