40 years ago:
Shock and pain shot through me. "I'm…I'm Alexander."
Iris looked at me with a confused look on her face.
Houston put his hand on Iris's head. He closed his eyes. In a few seconds, his eyes opened again. "It seems that you have a lot of power within you." He inspected me with suspicion in his eyes. "When you sucked her blood, you took away her memories."
I looked at him, stunned. "I-I did?"
Houston nodded. "It seems to have also caused her mental problems."
"She won't be able to think like others in her age."
My head slowly turned towards Iris. I clenched my fist and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Now,"–Houston held both of his hand out– "hand her to me."
I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"
Before he could answer me, sounds of footsteps echoed through the corridor. Someone yelled, "I smell breakfast." Soon, every vampire in my clan surrounded us. They looked at Iris with predator eyes.
It's midnight. I spread my arms out to protect Iris. "You-you can't do this."
They laughed. One of the vampires said, " Wow, this useless thing is trying to go against us!" He sprung towards me and caught me by the neck. "Listen up! We, vampires, suck blood, so if a human is presented to us, we will suck their blood dry."
"But she is also a vampire, one of us," I protested.
He glared at me. "I only consider us, pure-bloods, as vampires, or, in your words, 'one of us.'"
"So you'll do it no matter how much I beg?"
He smirked, "You're not even worth a thing. Why would I change my mind?"
Rage grew inside me. I clenched my fist and punched him.
He fell backwards. "How dare you!"
I stood up. "Then you leave me with no choice."
When I came to my senses, what I saw was nothing more than the corpses of the vampires in my clan. So why is he still alive?
I turned my attention back to him.
He laughed. "I have a bigger surprise for you." He stepped aside and a figure walked forward.
I smiled and sped towards the figure. "Iris! Are you alright?"
Before I could reach her, she said, "Stay back!" Her voice was as cold as ice.
I stopped and took a step back.
Houston put his arm around Iris's shoulder. "How is my surprise?"
"Get away from her," I growled.
"Fine." Houston made a hand gesture matching what he said.
"Iris," I said, "get away from him. He's a bad guy."
Iris continued to stand next to Houston. "And why should I listen to you."
I was taken aback. I glared at Houston. "What did you do to her?"
Houston smiled. "I just told her the truth…that she was once human. And I told her who was responsible for what she is now."
Without hesitating, I was at his throat. "I won't forgive you!" My fingers seeped into his neck, but he showed no sign of pain.
He laughed uncontrollably. "It's no use."
I ignored him and started to claw at his heart. Again, he showed no sign of pain.
"I told you that it's useless." Houston pointed to his heart. "My soul is not here." Then his eyes averted their attention to something behind me.
Without even looking back, the feeling of dread overwhelmed me. I slowly turned around. Behind me was Iris with a gun pointing at me. My heart shattered. "Why?"
Iris didn't answer. She looked at me with the same cold expression and showed no sign of faltering.
Suddenly, I laughed.
Both of them flinched.
I'd thought of myself dying in many ways, but dying in the hands of the one I love never came to my mind. I closed my eyes and whispered, "I love you, Iris."
The sound of the gun was loud and painful. I waited but I felt no pain.
My eyes opened and I surveyed my surroundings, trying to figure out what had happened.
Houston was screaming while he clenched his chest. "You wretch! How dare you go against me!" He was looking at Iris.
Iris was still standing in front of me, but instead of directing the gun towards me, she was directing it towards herself. In that instant, the truth dawned on me.
Houston bursted out laughing. "Well, it doesn't matter anymore. At least…you're going to hell with me." He continued laughing. Soon, his laughter grew weaker and weaker until no sound was heard from him anymore.
Iris started to sway.
I ran towards her and caught her just as she fell. I felt suffocated. I couldn't speak. Houston's soul was inside her. To kill him, she...
Iris's hand moved slowly towards my face. "Don't…look like…that." Her voice was hoarse and soft. Her hands moved to my lips. "Smile."
I finally found my voice. "Why," I asked.
She looked at me like the answer to my question was very obvious. "Because I love you."
"I thought you hate me for turning you into a–"
Iris covered my mouth with one hand and placed her index finger on her lips, like she did when we first met. "Let that…pass along with…time."
We stared at each other for a few seconds before she said, "Can you...grant my last wish?"
My heart stopped when I she said the word "last." I managed to say, "Yes."
"Remember a long time ago…we used to say marriage vows…to each other…"
I nodded, waiting for her to continue.
"I want you to say it…to me…one last time."
I gazed at her. My heart was going through torture. "Your wish is my command."
Iris smiled and closed her eyes.
I took a deep breath. "I Alexander Valdair, take you Iris Hayde, to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish…"
Iris's hand slipped from my face and she ceased to breathe.
Warm tears rolled down my face as I bent down and kissed her on the lips. I looked up in the sky and finished the vow. "'till death do us part. "