The battlefield was silent. The moans and pitiful screams of the dying had long since melted into the night.
Two figures lay sprawled on the forest floor. Their hands were out-stretched, their fingers reaching out to touch each other.
The very tips of their fingers met.
"Wat" sputtered a trembling voice at the touch.
There was no answer.
Tine pulled himself painfully forward, inching ahead. He left a wet trail of blood behind him that gleamed in the moonlight.
A silver knife was buried to the hilt in his chest. He gasped with every movement.
His hand gripped Wat's wrist, feeling desperately for a pulse.
"Wat, don't you dare die before me" he whispered, his vision getting blurry.
He paused to gather whatever remaining strength he had, dragged himself a few feet and sat up against a tree.
There were cuts across his limbs and bullets had gouged parts of his flesh from his torso, but the blow that was killing him slowly was the silver stiletto that pierced his chest.
Tine pulled the knife from his chest, less than half an inch to the right of his heart.
He lifted his lover's head and placed it on his lap. He felt his eyes closing against his will.
He pressed two fingers on Wat's neck, hoping against hope to find a flicker of life.
His eyes flew open. He had felt a feeble beat.
He ran his hands over Wat's body. Silver bullets had rained on his bare torso.
Tine had fired them himself as Wat plunged his knife in Tine's chest.
He knew Wat had missed on purpose.
He looked at his pale fingers that shone with his love's blood. But the important thing was, it was still warm.
Tine made a decision.
Tine didn't need to feel for a vein. He knew every inch of Wat's body like his own.
He bent down to Wat's neck and bit into him. He released venom through his fangs, the toxin that could turn the infected into a vampire.
If Wat rode out the infection. Otherwise, it would kill. Painfully.
Tine leaned back against the tree. His own blood loss was severe. He wasn't sure if his body could repair itself.
He held Wat's hand and pressed together the two pendants at their wrists. They clicked into place, forming a seamless disc.
Tine grimaced in pain as he adjusted himself to be able to stroke Wat's hair with his other hand.
Sunrise was just a few hours away. The morning rays would burn him out of existence.
He wanted to be with Wat, loving him in his last moments.
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One Last Time | 2gether AU
Fanfiction[18+] Not a typical werewolf/vampire story. In a world where werewolves and vampires had battled for dominance for centuries, Alpha Wat had committed the ultimate sin - he'd fallen in love with the vampire prince, Lord Tine. Caught between their du...
