Blake exchanged glances with the vampire knights, each knowing what the other was thinking. They would have to say their final goodbyes quickly, before the sun rose too high in the sky.
As they prepared to carry Gunther's body to its final resting place, a small voice cut through the solemn atmosphere.
"Daddy? Uncle Reggie? Uncle Randal?"
They turned to see Celena standing in the doorway, her eyes red from crying, her little face etched with confusion and sadness. Sister Maria stood behind her, an apologetic look on her face.
"I'm sorry," the nun said softly. "She insisted on coming back. She said she needed to say goodbye to Uncle Gunther."
Blake knelt down, opening his arms to his daughter. Celena ran to him, burying her face in his chest. "Why won't Uncle Gunther wake up, Daddy?" she asked, her voice muffled. "I told him my new joke. He always laughs at my jokes."
