Well, she always hated me. My brother and I are vampires. She was his best friend. He went through phases of not being able to control his bloodlust, so after a binge, he wanted to do some time in WWII to kind of atone for it in medical and supply runs. He asked me to sign up and do it together and try to fix us. I agreed to it. That morning I was there earlier than he was, she showed up, told me I would hurt him. I was too much of a piece of trash that would get him in trouble again, and he needed to do it alone. I never went down to see him, and he left without knowing I was there. It wasn't for the best, and later he blamed me. I never told him. I should have, but I took the blame for being an asshole. My dream revenge wasn't so nice.