Vampire/Dark Creatures~~Heinduk

ooc:
RULES
1. Use ooc/(())/-- -- or something.
2. Follow the Universal Rules.
3. No Mary Sue's.
4. No GMing or PPing. (Haha...say that out loud...)
5. Literacy doesn't matter. Will I regret these rules??


Setting
Really, there isnt one. Some city thats not big enough to really be called a city, and not small enough to be called a town. There is a graveyard, where my character will tactfully be, and a park with a nice, pretty fountain for us all to enjoy. The sun has just vanished, and I don't think he will be coming back soon.
It is autumn, so it (if you can feel it) is a little chilly outside. Probably only cold enough for you to need a jacket, and maybe a scarf if you want to look fancy.


IC:

This tall, rather depressed looking man didnt have any idea to why he was standing in a graveyard. He had a good reason just a moment ago. It was like when you walked into the kitchen for some juice, then totally forgot about the juice and stood in the kitchen for ten minutes trying to remember that you wanted the juice. This man just needed to be reminded that he wanted some juice.
A chilly wind blew, ruffling up all sorts of smells. Some were delishious, some were just nasty. That was probably what he got for burying his wife in a cemetary in a town. Instead of in a, like, hole outside his house or something.
Wait...
That was what he had forgotten. The freakin' juice. He had forgotten that his wife was currently rotting away in a graveyard whilst he roamed the world, killing people and whatnot. And today, a very special day indeed, was the day she had died a whole long time ago. The day his whole world, sorta swallowed itself.
You see, a really long time ago, this strange man was walking around trying to get home one night. He had came all the way from Romania, learned English, and was returning home to his wife and newborn baby. Because of some stupid morals that got in his way, he was changed into a vampire (he was really supposed to die...) and his whole world exploded into madness at that point. He couldnt go home because he didnt want to eat his baby, so he roamed the world until he could control himself a little bit.
So he finally went back to his family, wasn't accepted by his daughter because the world works that way. His wife still loved him, happy love story. Until she died. And that was about 40 years ago.
Even after all this time he could still remember her first name perfectly. Uri. But he couldnt remember her last name, or his for that matter. He had fallen out of a building once and hit his head, and was never the same in the memory department.
He stood at her gravestone, staring at the words carved in the stone. How it was so scarred by time that not even he could read her own name. His navy eyes flashed with sadness, grief, and jealousy. For he knew that he would probably never join her. A bony hand with slender fingers brushed through his platinum hair, and he remembered what she had always told him.
"You know, I have always loved you for your hair. And nothing else."
And she would flip her chocolate curls off of her delicate shoulders and skip away. Her purple dress dragging the grass behind her. And he remembered watching her go, admiring her snow skin. He blinked to reality.
"Heinduk," A lonely voice murmered in his head....
Heinduk shook his head in confusion.
..."You really should forget your wife."
Heinduk pushed that thought away. If only he could foget that he had a small man living in his brain that talked to him...that would be marvelous.

Another breeze ruffled Heinduks hair. He pulled his leather jacket to him, a habit he had developed when he wanted to act more human around his wife. His brows came togeather as he tried to remember why he couldnt change her. He couldnt remember. Stupid juice.
He opened his leather satchel that was slung over his shoulder, flipped out a tattered book, and sat on the ground. He opened the first page, confused at first, but then realized that the backwards letters were supposed to be that way.
"What are you reading to me?" his daughters voice haunted him for a moment.
"I'm reading you 'The Neverending Story', by Michael Ende." Heinduk said softly. His friendly voice beheld a interesting accent that sounded slightly German, but wasnt. It was Romanian. No one ever got it right.
Heinduk pretended that he could see Miri's sapphire eyes glimmering back at him, that she would giggle whenever he mentioned "The Nothing" or that Atreyu was actually a green fellow. That on snuck glances he could see his wife's most angelic smile as she admired him. Even after she found out he was this monster.
Heinduk showed the stone the picture on the very first page of the book. "You see, its backwards." He looked at the book again, setting the tattered thing in his lap. "Its supposed to be, because as you look inside..." and he began reading the book aloud to his wife and child.
Eventually, however, his voice would become a soft whisper. One that only he could really hear. But somewhere, somehow, Uri and Miri were listening.