When Love Bleeds in the Dark PART six

To Love Me Forever, You Must Die Tonight


The night felt wrong.

Not dangerous—
decisive.

The kind of silence that comes before something sacred is broken forever.


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We hid in an abandoned monastery carved into the side of a mountain, stone walls thick enough to keep out the world, old enough to remember prayers spoken by mouths long turned to dust. Candles lined the floor in uneven circles, their flames trembling as if aware of what was about to happen.

She stood at the center of it all.

Still.
Grave.
Beautiful in a way that hurt.

“This is the last place they’ll look,” she said.

I knew she was lying.

This wasn’t about hiding.

It was about ending something.


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“You’re burning from the inside,” she continued, avoiding my eyes. “Your blood isn’t human anymore. Your heart doesn’t beat the way it should.”

I felt it too.

A pressure behind my ribs.
A rhythm slowing.
Changing.

“How long do I have?” I asked.

She finally looked at me.

“Twelve hours,” she said softly. “Maybe less.”


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I laughed.

Not because it was funny.

Because it was inevitable.

“So this is it,” I said. “The part where you tell me to say goodbye.”

“No,” she replied immediately. “This is the part where you decide.”


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She knelt in front of me, her hands shaking for the first time since I’d known her.

“I can turn you,” she said. “Completely. Tonight.”

The words echoed through the stone chamber like a confession.

“You’d live,” she continued. “You’d be strong. Immortal. Free from the pain that’s tearing you apart.”

“And the cost?”

Her jaw tightened.

“You would never see the sun again. Never grow old. Never be ordinary.”

I smiled faintly.

“I stopped being ordinary the night I met you.”


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She swallowed hard.

“If I do this,” she said, “I will damn you. Eternity is not romance—it is loss stretched infinitely.”

“And if you don’t?” I asked.

Her voice broke.

“Then I will hold you while you die.”


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We sat together in silence.

Time passed differently now—thick, heavy, precious.

I watched the candle flames bend toward her like worshippers.

“You’ve done this before,” I said quietly.

She nodded.

“Once.”

“What happened?”

“I loved him,” she whispered. “And he hated me for saving him.”


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That fear sat between us like a third presence.

I took her hands.

“Look at me.”

She did.

“I won’t hate you,” I said. “I already chose you over everything else.”

Tears slid down her cheeks—red, luminous, holy.

“You don’t understand what forever does to love,” she said.

“I don’t need to,” I replied. “I just need you.”


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The hunger hit suddenly.

Violent.

My vision blurred. My knees buckled.

She caught me instantly.

“Your body is failing,” she said. “The bond is tearing you apart.”

I clutched her shirt.

“Then don’t let it be for nothing.”


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She carried me to the center of the monastery.

Laid me down within the circle of candles.

Her movements were ritualistic now—ancient, precise.

“This is not a kiss,” she warned. “Not feeding. Not desire.”

“What is it?”

“Death,” she said. “And rebirth.”


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She sliced her palm with a blade older than memory.

Blood welled—dark, rich, alive.

“This is the last moment you can turn away,” she said.

I didn’t hesitate.

“Do it.”


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Her blood touched my lips.

Fire exploded inside me.

Not pain—
unmaking.

My heart seized.
My breath vanished.

I screamed as my body betrayed every rule it had ever known.

I felt my humanity tearing loose like skin.

Memories shattered.
Time dissolved.

Then—

Silence.


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I floated.

In darkness.

In nothing.

I thought of her face.

Her voice.

Her love.

And I reached for it.


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I woke choking.

Gasping.

My heart slammed violently, then slowed… steadied.

The world returned in fragments—sound too sharp, scent overwhelming, every nerve alive.

She hovered over me, eyes wide with terror and hope.

“Say something,” she begged.

I looked at her.

Really looked.

And I saw everything.

Her past.
Her pain.
Her love—vast and terrifying.

“I’m here,” I said.

Her sob tore through the chamber.


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She pressed her forehead to mine.

“You’re immortal now,” she whispered. “Bound to me. Bound to the night.”

I lifted her chin.

“And you’re not alone anymore.”


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Outside, the sun rose.

I felt it—distant, hateful.

I turned away.

Not in fear.

In acceptance.


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That night, I buried my name.

My old life.

My last human breath.

I died for love.

And woke up eternal.


Is immortality a gift… or the cruelest proof of love?


👉 Continue to Part Seven, where eternity begins—and the past comes to collect its debt.


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