It was a ring. A beautiful, antique ring with a large, pear-shaped diamond in the center, surrounded by smaller diamonds. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
And then, I saw the inscription on the inside of the band. *To my star, with all my love. Always.*
It was my father's wedding ring for her. The one he gave her when he proposed. There was blood inside the diamond, a symbol of the binding ritual of the vampires. A blood diamond. That's how the men in my family married the women they loved. It wasn't just a piece of jewelry. It was a symbol of their eternal bond. A bond that she had so carelessly thrown away.
I knew I shouldn't take it. It was too personal, too sacred. But something inside me, a dark, twisted part of me, wanted it. My mother didn't deserve it. She didn't
