We sat on the grass at the top of the slope, a few metres from the edge. The slope flattened out at the top, the waves crashing against rocks below us. We sat cross legged opposite each other, my hands tight in Harry’s. I felt as though we were back on that band stand in the park as I expressed my feelings and confided in this man I can now call my husband. But this time it was the other way around. We were both silent, Harry trying to work out how to explain this place to me.
“This place, it means a lot to me, Rosie,” he murmured, eyes wandering around us until his gaze finally landed on the woods behind me. “I’ve certainly got some memories here,” he half laughed.
He soon fell silent again, his smile gradually fading from his lips. I watched as his head bowed, my hands squeezed tightly every few seconds. I could sense the memories were running through his head.
“I used to come here a lot as a child,” he murmured down to his lap, “to, you know…think.”
I understood. We both had that one place in our lives we could go to think, to be alone. I had the roof, and Harry had this place.
“I was still grieving over my parents. My father was the one who’d introduced this place to me. I don’t know how he found it, but I was glad he did. I love it here, Rosie.”
I gave him a warm smile, squeezing his hands back in return.
Harry soon grew worryingly silent, bottom lip wedged between his teeth. I curled a finger under his chin to angle it back up, letting a soothing smile light up my face to reassure Harry. I could tell there’s something he’s debating about whether to tell me. I remained silent, not wanting to pressurise him into telling me anything if he didn’t want to.
Harry’s chest finally rose before falling heavily as he let out a long breath. I took my touch away from his chin, slipping it back into his hand.
“Take your time,” I reassured him.
His eyes met mine. I smiled, silently telling him I could wait until he was comfortable to tell me. A corner of his mouth flickered up to tell me he was grateful before it fell again. He took another deep breath and then told me.
“I was only young,” he muttered. “About fifteen. I was living with my auntie at the time. Everything was getting too much for me. I was getting bullied at school. I was missing my parents incredibly. I needed them. As much as I loved my auntie, it wasn’t quite the same as having a mother. My head was all over the place at that age. So one night I crept out and came here.
“I stood on the edge just there.” He nodded to a spot to the side of us, his eyes fixed on the bit of grass.. “I looked down over the edge. It was so high up. My toes were hanging from the edge. I watched the rocks falling down to the water below…”
His voice trailed off, tears about to spill over his eyes. He took a hand from mine to rub at his eye before placing his hand back in its comfortable place, in my hand. He let out a long breath through his “o” shaped lips as he blinked back the tears. His head turned back to me, scared eyes meeting mine.
“I stood on that edge. And wanted to jump.”
His gaze lowered to our united hands. His words brought tears to my eyes. My heart lurched in my chest, stomach flipping inside of me. What if he had jumped? I would never have met him. He wouldn’t have saved me. We’d have no memories. The thought made me shake uncontrollably.
“But I didn’t have the guts,” he finally muttered. His teary eyes shot up to meet mine, the pain in them hitting me hard in the chest. “And I’m so glad I didn’t, Rosie,” he spoke quickly. “I wouldn’t have met you otherwise. Now I know it was the best decision I’ve ever made. I’m glad I was too scared that night, Rosie. I would have died without ever knowing you existed. I don’t even want to think about it.”
The thought scared me too. I wouldn’t know what I’d do without Harry. I’ve already experienced worrying about losing him, but the thought of not even meeting him at all left my heart feeling heavy in my chest. Harry is such a strong person. I never thought he’d even consider suicide. He’s my angel, my fragile angel.
I quickly flung my arms around his body. I sat forward on my knees, Harry still cross legged as I held my husband tight to my chest. He buried his face into the crook in my neck, letting out shaky breaths. I rubbed his back soothingly as my hand travelled to his curls, fisting them in comfort.
“Don’t think about what might have happened,” I muttered into his ear. “You’re here today. We have each other now. That’s all that matters. I love you, Harry.”
We held each other tight for ages, the moon still bright in the sky. I whispered comforting words into his ear before I turned my head to stare at the edge by the side of us, picturing a young Harry stood there, so much pressure on him, weighing him down. He must have been so confused. He wanted to end his life. It must have been just awful.
I felt Harry shift in my arms before he finally broke away, rubbing harshly at his eyes. He let out a shaky sigh, running his fingers through his locks.
“I’ve brought us here for a reason tonight, Rosie,” he spoke. “And this time I want to achieve it.”
His words scared me. He got back up onto his feet, my body still on my knees. Two large hands were offered to me. I took them weakly, a thousand thoughts spinning in my mind. He was seriously worrying me.
He silently led me over to the edge he stood as a young boy, our hands united between us. His toes reached the edge before he final stopped, turning his head to gaze at me. My heart stopped in my chest. What was he doing?
“St-stop being stupid, Harry,” I stuttered, taking a large stride back. I tugged on his hand for him to move away from the edge, but he refused to, head turning away to stare down at the water crashing on the rocks. I took his hand in both of mine now, violently trying to yank him away from the edge.
“Get away from the edge,” I ordered frantically, but I was being ignored.
I wanted to use my strength against him, but it was too risky being so close to the edge of this cliff. If he resisted too much he may fall off.
He finally turned around, but he remained by the edge, small rocks falling to the water below. My breath hitched in my throat at the sound of rocks crunching against each other. A sad smile - the same one he wore earlier on the bike - adorned his gorgeous face, tears filling his eyes.
“The last time I was here I wanted to end my life,” Harry whispered, “but now I want to start a new one with you.”
His words left me confused. I didn’t understand. We were already living together. We were married. His strange behaviour, his riddles were beginning to get me angry. I just wanted to go home.
“Let’s go home, Harry,” I spoke softly, a huge contrast to what I was feeling inside. “This is silly. Why don’t we go back home and watch a movie or something?”
Harry softly shook his head at me, gently taking his hand out of both of mine. The smile remained on his face, tears trickling down his cheeks.
“What’s going on, Harry?” I asked shakily. “You’re scaring me now. You have a new life with me, Harry. We’re married; we’re living together…”
“You can live forever, Rosalie,” he spoke, slipping his hands into mine. “You’ve told me that. And I want to spend forever with you.”
I ran his words through my head over and over, Harry watching me slowly understand. It hit me like a kick to the stomach.
Now I understood.
He knew if he just asked me I would refuse, but by forcing me to do it, I’d have to. To save his life. He’s going to jump off, knowing my instincts would be to save him. But we both knew even if I broke his fall he’d never survive. We were too high up for him for him to survive the impact. He wasn’t giving me any other choice. I’d have to bite him.
“You’ve risked yourself too many times for me, Harry,” I said frantically.
“This isn’t for you, Rosie. This is for both of us.”
“But I don’t think I can do it…”
I had control, I knew I did. But Harry putting his life in my hands was too much. I can’t work under pressure. If he died I wouldn’t know what I’d do with myself. I soon grew frantic, tears running down my face.
“I trust you, Rosie,” Harry whispered.
Tears blurred my vision of the idiot stood before me. Why was he doing this? It was too much of a risk.
“B-but I’ve never done this before,” I stuttered. “I’ll suck all the blood from your body, Harry. I’ll kill you.”
“Not if you control yourself,” he spoke. “I know you can do it. We’ve been training none stop for months, Rosalie. This is what we’ve been doing it for. I just didn’t tell you that. You’ve got control of your abilities now. It’s happened to yourself before, Rosalie, and you know that. Now do it for me. Turn me, Rosie.”
He was right. Samuel had done the same thing to me to make me into this beast. I’d have to suck the blood out of Harry’s body, but stop just before he died. I’ve learnt from past experiences that the blood can get too overwhelming for me. I’d suck him dry.
“Just think of it as training, Rosie,” Harry continued. “Focus your mind on the roof. I’m there with you, looking after you. I’ll always be there with you, Rosalie.”
His grip on my hands loosened, his large feet taking small steps back.
“I’ve been here before, Rosie,” he muttered. “But I’m gonna do it this time. I trust you, Rosie. Let me fall.”
My emotions ran down my cheeks as his touch finally left my hands. My arms fell limply to my sides, scared sobs tumbling through my lips. A sad smile danced on Harry’s plump lips. His heels were now hanging over the edge, my heart stopping dead in my chest. I didn’t want it to end like this.
“Kiss me,” I blurted out desperately.
A cheeky grin morphed from Harry’s sad smile, his feet shuffling away from the edge slightly. His hands rose to cup my neck, bringing my head closer to his. Our chests brushed against each other’s as Harry’s bottom lip grazed over mine, his emerald orbs masked by his eyelids. Harry let out a soft groan before tangling his lips with mine. My hands rose from my sides to grip his waist, squeezing him tightly. As Harry’s lips moved on mine, the moment grew more intense, more desperate. I kissed him quicker, my mind telling me this could be the final time I’d taste him before I either lost him or turned him.
Tears ran down my cheeks as we kissed, Harry’s thumb gently rubbing at my neck. His tongue slipped through my lips, invading my senses. I let out a pained sob as he did so. I held him so close to me, but now I knew I couldn’t keep him safe from this stupid idea. But it was true at the same time. If Harry just asked me to bite him, I’d never say yes. But by doing this he wasn’t giving me a choice. I’d have to do it. But did I have enough control? The question scared me.
Harry finally broke away, his lips brushing against mine. A long breath escaped his swollen lips, his eyes opening to meet mine.
“Don’t make me do this,” I whispered to him.
A sad smile graced his face, his touch leaving my neck. I let my arms fall from around him, knowing there’s no way I can change his mind.
Harry took a few steps back again, several feet between us now. He kept our eyes locked the whole time, tears staining his cheeks. His pink tongue glided over his lips, his heels over the edge again. My heart stopped in my chest. He was going to jump.
“Catch me if you can, Brookes,” he whispered.
He fell back. Arms outstretched either side of him. Head tilted back. Eyes closed. He looked so peaceful. Like an angel with wings.
My instincts suddenly kicked in as his body plummeted down towards the water. Muscles ripped inside of me, vision sharpening as I jumped after him. I could see him through the dark. The smile never faded from his lips, eyes fallen closed. His curls flew about madly as he fell, arms out either side of him.
My body sped downwards towards him, wind rushing past my body. I had to do this. I had to do it now. I let the beast out. I needed it. But the image of the roof calmed it slightly. If it got out of control I’d kill Harry.
Muscles split inside of me, teeth tearing out of my gums. I groaned at the pain of it all, shadows wanting to take over my mind, but I wouldn’t allow it. I forced the beast back with all the energy I had. The thought of killing Harry gave me more strength, more determination to push the beast away and only use its abilities. To save my angel.
The moon above us lit up Harry’s face, perfect features prominent. Plump lips spread across his face as my figure shadowed over the moon on his face. He knew I’d come after him.
His eyes opened as I reached him, my arms wrapped around his body to hold him close. Our chests were pressed together, Harry’s hands resting weakly on my waist. I spun us around in the air in order for me to have the full impact of the landing when we crash. My body could take it. Harry’s couldn’t. I didn’t have much time until we’d crash to the rocks below. I had to do it now.
I craned my head, quickly sinking my teeth into his neck. Harry let out a cry of pain, the gorgeous smile swiped from his face. I was hurting him, but I couldn’t stop. As we plummeted towards the rocks, I sucked and sucked the blood. Tears stung my eyes as Harry’s body instinctively tried to push me away, sobs tumbling from his mouth. He didn’t realise how painful it would be.
The blood tasted so good in my mouth, but my main focus was Harry’s safety. I pictured the usual place in my head. Harry was with me. But he looked different. Slightly pale, deep aging eyes. I watched as a smile grew on his face, sharp teeth exposed to me. I’d done it. Harry was a vampire. I’d saved him.
My eyes shot back open, the remaining drops of Harry’s blood trickling down my throat. He let out a final pained breath before his eyelids fell closed.
Then we crashed on the rocks.
The impact caused my teeth to tear out of Harry’s veins. I grunted as we landed, Harry’s still body on top of mine. My head smashed into the rocks, but I barely felt the pain. My arms were still tight around him, Harry’s head resting on my shoulder.
I shook him gently. His head flopped about on my shoulder, deep bite marks in his neck. I quickly sat up, positioning Harry’s still body in my arms. I knelt on the wet rocks, sea water crashing against them and spraying us. Harry’s upper body was scooped up in my arms, my entirety trembling with the unresponsive body in my grasp. He wasn’t moving.
“Come on,” I whispered shakily, rocking him in my arms. “I-I did it. Harry, I did it…Harry!”
My screams were drowned out by the crashing waves. I shook him violently. His head fell back, his sparkling orbs masked by his eyelids. His dry lips were parted, his chest still. As I stared down at his still body in my arms, I could still taste his blood in my mouth. It made me gag.
Tears filled my eyes as my husband laid in my arms. I didn’t understand. I’d done it. I’d sucked his blood. Maybe I’d sucked for too long…
Then reality came crashing down around me. I’d killed him. I’d killed my husband.
It was my fault. I should’ve stopped him, dragged him home against his will. I thought I had it. I thought I had control.
I just stared down at Harry, letting the tears silently fall. He’d held me in this exact position only months ago, staring down at my dead body. This time I felt the heart ache. It was ripping me apart, tearing my body limb from limb.
I flung my head back, letting out a cry of pain, so much pain. His body was so cold in my arms. I wanted to wrap him up warm, take him home to look after him. But I was being stupid, hoping for too much. Sounds of pure agony echoed around me, my own screams ringing in my ears. He’d come here one day to end his life. This time he has. Because of me.
Images flashed through my mind at such a fast pace, reminding me of the life Harry and I had had together this past year, the day we bought the cottage, the first time we were so intimate with each other. Each memory just added to the ache weighing down my heart. I’m alone again.
I finally simmered down to sobs, head still flung back. I didn’t want to look at him, stare into his dead eyes. I thought I could do it. For a moment I believed I could control myself and make Harry what I am. But I’ve failed him.
“You caught me, Brookes.”
My heart stopped in my chest. My head shot down, a simple but a very alive smile aimed back up at me.
I buried my face into his neck, happy tears streaming from my eyes. I’d actually done it. Harry laughed weakly before he sucked in a breath as my skin making contact with his bite. He fisted the hair on the back of my head, lifting it up from his neck.
I stared down at him with puffy eyes, arms holding him as close to me as possible. He was shivering, clothes wet from the sea water spraying us. I swiped the damp curls from his forehead, wedging my bottom lip between my teeth to stop it from trembling uncontrollably. I’d done it. I’d saved Harry’s life.
I watched as Harry’s hand weakly rose to his neck, cupping it softly. He cursed lowly as he made contact with the newly inflicted mark to his neck. I gently pried his touch from his bitten skin, gazing upon the deep teeth marks on his neck. Harry had done the right thing tonight. We can be with each other forever.
My head dipped down to plant a kiss on the sensitive skin, humming sweetly against his mark. I heard an intake of breath, but Harry smiled nonetheless.
Once I’d pulled back, I gazed down at the stunning angel in my arms, my immortal angel. I lowered my head once more, grazing my lips against Harry’s, a salty taste shared between us. Harry’s hand rested on my cheek, thumb rubbing at my skin.
“Kiss me,” he whispered.
And I did. Our lips mingled, the air between us hot and passionate. I let my tongue slowly drag across Harry’s lip, begging to access his mouth. Relief took over me as his lips opened, my mouth moving faster against his. I buried my hand into his wet curls, my other arm holding him close to my body to keep him warm.
We finally tore apart. I pinned my forehead tight to Harry’s, hearts racing madly in our chests. I had this man forever. He was mine for eternity. The mere thought of spending the rest of time with Harry set fireworks off in my body. I didn’t care about any problems we’d face, any enemies we’d make because of who we are. We accept each other. We love each other.
We gazed into one another’s deep eyes as Harry laid in my arms, hot breath fanning over our lips. I nibbled lightly on Harry’s bottom lip, foreheads still pressed together. I smiled at my teasing, a wry grin taking over Harry’s dark features. I let go of his lip, letting my hand wander from his curls to cup his neck, gently stroking his mark with my thumb. He wanted to be with me forever. And now he could.
I watched Harry’s lips part, as did mine. The silence was comforting around us, encircling our bodies. Until we finally spoke in unison. Our first words together as immortal husbands and lovers.
“’Till death do us part.”