When Love Bleeds in the Dark PART five

They Hunted Us Like Legends, Not Lovers

We didn’t run like fugitives.

We ran like people who knew there was no sanctuary left.


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The city fell behind us as dawn threatened the horizon, its pale light bleeding into the sky like an omen. She drove without headlights, navigating back roads and forgotten highways as if she had memorized every escape centuries ago.

I watched her hands on the wheel.

Steady.
Controlled.
Hiding terror beneath discipline.

“They won’t stop,” she said finally.

“I know.”

“They’ll track the bond,” she continued. “They’ll smell you on me. Me on you.”

I swallowed.

“So what do we do?”

Her jaw tightened.

“We survive long enough for you to decide.”


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We stopped in a town that barely existed on maps.

Old. Quiet. The kind of place time had overlooked out of pity.

The motel smelled of dust and stale air. Flickering lights. Thin walls. One bed.

I laughed under my breath.

“Of course.”

She didn’t smile.

Sleep didn’t come easily.

Not for either of us.


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The hunger was changing now.

It wasn’t just desire for her—it was awareness. I felt presences before they arrived, danger before it unfolded. My heart no longer raced at threats; it sharpened.

I scared myself.

She noticed.

“You’re adapting too fast,” she said one night as we sat on the edge of the bed, the TV muttering nonsense in the background.

“Is that bad?”

“Yes,” she replied softly. “It means the bond is feeding you.”

“Your blood?”

“My existence.”


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That night, they found us.


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It started with silence.

Too complete.

Then the glass shattered.

The door ripped from its hinges.

Three figures entered like executioners carved from shadow.

I moved before thinking.

Pain didn’t stop me anymore.

Fear didn’t paralyze me.

I fought like someone who had already accepted loss.


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She was devastating.

Not elegant.
Not restrained.

Brutal.

Fast.

Ancient rage unleashed.

When it ended, the room looked like a battlefield.

Blood coated the walls.

Not mine.

She stood shaking, eyes glowing violently.

“They’ll send more,” she said.

I nodded.

“So we don’t stop.”


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Days blurred into nights.

Cities. Forests. Abandoned buildings.

Each encounter stripped something from me.

Each escape cost her restraint.

She fed more often now—but never fully.

Never enough.


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“You’re starving,” I accused one night.

“I won’t take more than you can give,” she replied.

“I don’t care,” I snapped. “I’m already halfway gone.”

She turned away.

“I do,” she whispered.


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The dreams worsened.

I dreamed of killing.

Of feeding.

Of eternity stretching endlessly before me while human memories faded like photographs left in the sun.

I woke screaming once.

She held me until the shaking stopped.

“This is why I never turn those I love,” she said.

I looked at her through the darkness.

“Then stop loving me.”

She laughed bitterly.

“If only immortality worked that way.”


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They cornered us in a cathedral ruin at the edge of a forest.

The coven leader stepped forward, eyes cold with satisfaction.

“You’ve become exactly what we feared,” he said to her.

Then he looked at me.

“And you,” he added, “are no longer innocent.”


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I felt it then.

The choice.

Sharp. Inevitable.

I stepped forward.

“If you want him,” I said, “you’ll go through me.”

She grabbed my arm.

“No.”

But it was already too late.

Something ancient inside me responded.

I didn’t fully turn.

But I wasn’t human anymore.


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The fight was chaos.

Blood.

Fire.

Screams that echoed through broken stone.

When it ended, the forest was silent.

The coven leader lay dead.

By my hand.


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She stared at me like she was seeing the future she had tried to prevent.

“What did you do?” she whispered.

I looked down at my blood-stained hands.

“I chose.”


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We fled again before reinforcements arrived.

This time, the silence between us was heavier.

Not regret.

Recognition.


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“You crossed the line,” she said quietly as we watched dawn from a cliffside.

“I know.”

“You can’t go back.”

“I don’t want to.”

She closed her eyes.

“If I turn you now,” she said, “it won’t be mercy. It will be destiny.”

I took her face in my hands.

“Then stop running from it.”


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The sun rose.

For the first time, it burned.

I didn’t scream.

I endured.

She watched, terrified and awed.

“You’re changing faster than any human I’ve ever known,” she said.

I smiled weakly.

“Maybe I was never meant to stay human.”


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That night, she fed fully for the first time.

Not to turn me.

To survive.

To stay with me.

And in her arms, blood-stained and breathless, I realized something terrifying:

They no longer hunted us as lovers.

They hunted us as a prophecy.


When survival demands becoming the monster—who do you choose to be?


👉 Continue to Part Six, where love faces its final temptation: immortality… or extinction.


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