…The rest, he couldn’t even bear to tell her. He could see only two options. Eventually he’d have to either change her, or to allow himself to be destroyed. He couldn’t imagine, ever sitting here in the dark alone because her soul had been released from that frail shell that bound it. Better to free his as well.
No.
He didn’t like that either. What would have been the point, of hundreds of years of futile non-life just to die with her?
He hated it, but he couldn’t let her soul go at all. He knew that when it came to it he would curse it, trap it in the cage of a monster.
Selfish? Probably. But he didn’t make this happen to her. It just was. No one had asked him for permission to change him. He’d no idea vampires had even existed until after he was one. As least she would know, and she would be cursed by someone who, as cold as his dead heart was, loved her.
Darcy Branwyn 
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