He stood there and watched her wipe down the tables yet again. Curiosity peaked him as to why she'd be someone's maid. A once strong willed person like herself and now she listened to vampires and took orders. It wasn't the same Tara. He blamed himself for what she became, if he were still alive maybe it would change her condition. The day he died, his emotions were running high and the guilt was almost unbearable, causing him pain in his heart to know he'd done such horrible things. Even though it was through his hand while he was being mind controlled, it was still his hand that did it.
Making himself appear, he sighed and leaned against the bar. "You're not the same girl I remember."
Making himself appear, he sighed and leaned against the bar. "You're not the same girl I remember."