Regis goes on a walk through the woods to avoid his problems. Unfortunately for him, a strange flower causes a whole new kind of issue.
He would drown in a nightmare. Regis had told him of it before, hands shaking in Dettlaff's grasp. How blind he had been, how agonizingly slow the time had passed. How he would not wish it on his own worst enemy. "I am your enemy now, Regis. I forced you to choose. It is my fault." His half-rotted lips twitched in feeble effort. "I am sorry." Rated T for gory Vampire friendships.