stupid thought but i love writing tragedy with vampires because they’re so…ripe to be paired with it. imagine a vampire that is turned, practically begged to be turned, because they wanted to make something of themselves, to never be forgotten, never grow old and become well known and recognized throughout the centuries. except, in the very end, centuries later, that’s what happened. they look back in the history books,  old geneology charts, even trying to track down legends of themselves throughout the years only to discover not a single thing they did made an impact on anyone or anything.

centuries later they realize the only impact they made on people was when they were still alive, and all those people are gone now.