As the moonlight gleamed into my coffin, I awoke. The tomb was eerily quiet, but the stench of blood was so heavy it felt as if it were suffocating me. The scent brought back memories of what had transpired a few hours before my rest, a necessary slumber to regain my vampiric powers. I quickly rushed outside of the tomb.
The bodies of monsters and abominations of the night lay scattered everywhere, ripped, torn, and riddled with bullet holes as if a fierce war had been fought. The final steps leading to my tomb were untouched by death or blood, an eerie contrast to the carnage below. The air was thick with the mingling scents of various creatures, but I forced myself to focus on one—Jason's (Aaron) blood.
There he was, slumped against a statue of my father, the king of Vamissa. I rushed to him, feeling the coldness of his skin, unmoving. It felt like rain was pouring down my face as I pulled him close. I heard his faint voice through the silence, "Yuki, I told you I’d protect you at all costs. I fell hard for you, and during our time together, I finally understood what love truly is."
His words pierced through me as I held him, the weight of his sacrifice pressing down on my heart. I told him I loved him too, whispering the words I had never fully expressed. In my long years as a vampire, I had never felt such a deep connection, yet we were still around the same age if human and vampire years were to be compared.
I refused to accept his death. Even if he would resent me for it, I was determined to keep him alive. My mind raced with the only solution I could think of—I would turn him into a royal blood vampire, granting him the immortality and power that coursed through my veins. We would be together, bound by blood and love, defying fate and death itself.
As I leaned in closer, preparing to share the eternal gift of my blood, I whispered, "We will be together, Jason. Forever."
