AHS Imagines

james march - sacrifices

author's note:

tw - speaks of blood, suicide

basically you get james to kill you so that you can live with him at the cortez forever ect, ect.

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You sat silently on the end of the bed. He was clutching your hand. You knew this was what you had to do. All of whom you loved had gone. The recent passing of your father destroyed you. There was no one left to stay for; except James. This way the two of you could be together forever.

"My dear," he began, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

You nodded in response.

"You shall be trapped here forever. Never have children, never have a family. You will miss out on all that you want in your life."

"No. I won't. I will be here with you." You grasp his hand tighter, "You are all I need. There is no place for me in the mortal world anymore... I love you."

"And I love you, darling." He kisses your cheek.

"I want you to do it." You tell him, "I mean, you're an expert in this area."

The two of you smile sadly.

"If you are sure, y/n."

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James pulls the chair out from under the dresser. He takes your hand and sits you down, before placing a kiss on your forehead. You feel your nerves begin to surface.

"Does it hurt? Dying." You whisper.

James undoes the top-most button of his shirt and unties his cravat, pulling it away from his neck smoothly. A grotesque scar penetrates the otherwise flawless skin of his neck.

"Like slipping away into a deep slumber." He rebuttons his collar.

You hand James the utensil carefully, before speaking.

"Do it. Please."

James looks you deep in the eyes and kisses your lips softly. He then brings his hand to your chin and grazes his thumb along your jawline, gently tilting your head to the side. He moves his fingers down to your neck, caressing your skin lovingly. James traces his finger in a straight line, along the side of your neck, planning where to settle the laceration. You feel his touch leave your skin, replaced by the prick of cold metal. His hand applies pressure to your neck, and you bite your lip. But he pulls away hastily

"I can't do it."

"You've done it to so many others! It can't be that difficult, James." Irritation begins to surface through your voice.

"But you're different! I care for you!" He retaliates.

"I am doing this to be with you!"

"I just can't bring myself to hurt you."

"James Patrick March," you speak. "You will not hurt me by doing this. Please."

"Here," You place your hand around him, grasping the weapon together. "On the count of three."

One.

Two.

Three.

You shut your eyes tight as you feel the deep sting of the blade incise your neck. You whimper, you feel James wrap his arms around you, comforting you. The warm, thick blood runs down your body, as you become weaker and weaker. You notice yourself begin to fade; everything gradually gets foggier, syncing with the degradation of your breath. You begin to wheeze, and you slip further and further away.

And then all is white.

And then your eyes flutter open.

You feel refreshed; reborn. James grabs your face and presses his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. You will have eternity with one another; you couldn't be more grateful.

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