Hello there! Are you excited for this last part on the Heartbroken series? I sure as hell am. While we all now how this one will end (I surprised you with the ending of Resignation, didn't I?) the ride there will be the fun part. Buckle up, ladies and gents!:

You know that funny feeling, when you can't remember something no matter how much you try? An idea buried deep in your mind, that refuses to come out completely?

That's how I feel right now. Multiplied by thirty.

I see somebody, everytime I go to sleep. A woman, with her back to me. Her hair has bangs, and she wears a black dress. We are in a rooftop, watching the sunrise. But I cannot remember anything about her. Not her name, not her face. But I'm sure I know her. I've spent a year without proper sleep, trying to piece together this goddamn puzzle inside my head. The disturbing thing is... the dream makes me happy. I feel complete, like I belong with her, whoever she is. As soon as I'm on that dream... I'm complete.

And it's frustrating. I don't feel like that out there. I feel stresssed. Unhappy. I feel robbed of something. None of the women I've met, none of the few friends I have can take away this feeling. It's so bad that sometimes... I just want it to end. To cease my existance and maybe take that feeling to the grave with me. But I can't. Everytime my finger is on the trigger, ready to end this feeling... she comes back.

I live haunted by a dream. A dream of a woman I cannot remember. But I can say one thing for sure. My place is by her side. No matter who she is.

Mavis O'Donnell woke up to the sound of a baby crying. Her eyes opened slowly, while the mental cobbwebs of sleeping cleared away. She registered where she was and what was happening, and slowly rose from the bed she shared with her husband. Padraigh O'Donnell laid on said bed, his sleep undisturbed by the cries coming from the nearby crib. The vampiress carefully picked its ocupant, rocking him on her arms to try and sooth the rebellious newborn.

"Nathan O'Donnell, you are a mean little vampire!" she softly declared to the baby, whose crying finally started to dwindle. How do I get him to stop? Maybe...

Hush little vampire don't say a word.

Mommy is gonna bite the head off a bird!

The baby stopped crying, his attention robbed by his mother's singing. Mavis could only chuckle at the effectiveness of the song. An oldie but a goodie.

The baby vampire had been born two weeks ago, something that had worried her a bit, since that made him a premature kid. But her worries were short-lived, quickly gone away after the first two days. Needless to say, the new parents had problems adapting their lives to the new addition to their family, but they did their best to keep up with the new responsibilities. They had bought a house near the hotel, something close enough to visit Dracula and Claire, who had completely fallen in love with their grandchild, but far enough to feel like they were doing the real parenting. Due to O'Donnell's owning of a succesful and reknowned logistics company, they were faring pretty well in the economic aspect. But that meant they had too much spare time. In theory.

The novice mother realized her brood was not going to sleep anytime soon, so she checked the time on the wall clock they had in their bedroom. Six o'clock in the afternoon. One more hour of sleep than yesterday... now I know what uncle Wayne meant by that. Resigned to not being able to go back to sleep again, she sat on the rocking chair near Nathan's crib and cooed him, making him giggle while he used part of his hand as a pacifier. Her husband finally woke up, rising from the messy bed and covering his muscular frame with a robe. He headed for his wife and child, his stride still somewhat clumsy from the sleep. He lowered himself to her level and softly kissed the side of her head.

"Mornin' darling"

"Mornin' handsome" she answered, snuggling against his neck. The baby in her arms reached with his arms toward his father, and Padraigh delicately picked him up, relieving Mavis of the responsibility. She sighed tiredly, lack of sleep finally getting to her.

"Why don't you catch some sleep, Mave? I can take care of this little tosser. Ain't that right, little Nate?". The vampiress gave her husband a tired smile, agreeing to his suggestion.

"Alright. But don't call him a tosser, that's demeaning!" she heard the older man chuckle as she laid back on the bed and covered her form with the sheets. While she slowly drifted into sleep, Padraigh rocked little Nate in his arms, and then began to tell him a story about olden knights and castles. There was no way in hell the newborn vampire could understand a thing of what his father was telling him, but the funny sounds he made and the exagerated gestures kept him entertained while his mother rested. In the next few hours Mavis would wake up, get showered, prepare breakfast for her husband and breast-feed her baby, and spend the rest of the day figuring out how to keep the newborn entertained while she kept her home clean and running smooth. Padriagh would go to the woods to catch the day's food, helping his wife with their son late in the morning.

Just another day in the life of the O'Donnells.

Well, I'll be the first one to admit this chapter ain't that good, but I wanted to give it a home-y feeling for the most part. Things you need to know about this story: it's very Johnny-centric (for the best part of it, at least), there'll be some (a lot) of action, and there will probably be some twists you may or may not like. By the way, I corrected a few issues with Resignation's last chalter, a few typos, so if you felt like not reading it because of them... well, you've got no excuse now (lol). So, please leave your reviews, things you'll like to see (can't guarantee they'll make it into the story, but who knows) and if you liked this small intro. Thanks in advance for your time.