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She is dead.
She is dead, and he has killed her - his own partner. What a tragedy, what a bitter irony. He tells himself he had no choice. She came at him, a vampire, a creature no longer herself. Yet the excuses unravel as quickly as he makes them. If only he had worked on the potion sooner. If only he had begged harder. If only he had been the one to step out instead of her. If only he had allowed her to drink from his neck - let her drain him, if that was what it took. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might still be here.
Or perhaps he should have prayed. That is what people always say, isn’t it? “I’ll pray for you.” But is prayer reserved only for the sick and the dying? Being transformed into a blood-sucking creature of the night - surely that counts as dying, if not something worse. If only he could turn back time, undo the moment, save her. Only God knows if such a thing is possible - if there is even a God at all. For if God were real, why had He allowed this? Why had He let her fall instead of him? Why had He not chosen Avid? It would have been easier. It would have been better. He deserved it more.
Now her blood stains his hands, a crimson brand he cannot wash away. It crawls beneath his nails, seeps into his skin, becomes part of him. He is a monster - no matter what excuses he makes, no matter how little choice he had.