Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, though goodness knows I wish I did.
AN: This is a quick short story version of something I've had in my head for a while. If there is interest I would be happy to expand it into a full story. The style is purposely succinct here, because I had to get it down before it was forgotten. Anyway let me know what you think and if you'd like to see some expansion.
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The envelope was plain, brown and utterly unremarkeable. He opened it casually, only half paying attention. He expected a bil, or an advertisement. Something along those mundane lines.
Inside the letter first made him scoff at it's contents, but as he read the feeling changed. Could it be true? Was there really a way? No, it was impossible, surely and yet... A tiny flicker of hope.
There was a phone number inside. A simple phone call. If it was a scam he'd wasted only minutes. If it was real, all of his dreams, the woman he loved would be his.
He picked up the phone, dialed the number. For a moment it seemed no one was home and then suddenly a voice, a single phrase.
"Do you want to be human again?"
He hesitated, swallowed hard. To give up his immortality, be a normal human being again, was a great step. He would be vulnerable. He would age, and eventually die.
Yet without her, wasn't he already dead?
"Yes." He whispered.
A date was set. A time and place to meet. They hung up, and he waited.
A single night that lasted forever. A day that passed in the blink of an eye and it was time. He met her in the park, the place he'd once battled a demon. There would be no more of that. He would be so easy to kill after this.
She arrived on time. A vampire like him, and yet nothing alike. A different bloodline, with different rules, she stood to gain nothing from this. The age old instinct to protect his territory didn't come into play here. She was his only hope.
A silver dagger flashed, and her wrist bled for him. He took it, drank from it. The blood had already been set. It went to work immediately.
Fire erupted in his body. He fell to the ground, agony coursing through him. Was this how death would come? On the wings of an angel of another species? She stayed with him though, holding his hand even when his grip crushed bone. The bones repaired instantly, she grimaced, but did not leave.
And then it ended, suddenly, like a light going off. He was exhausted, but she helped him to stand. Suddenly he realised how frail he felt. His stomach... was this hunger? True hunger such as he hadn't known in over four centuries? She smiled, nodded that it was.
She asked nothing from him. She took him home first. He changed, showered and she ordered food for his gnawing belly. Like a newborn he devoured, until he was truly sated. So easy to satisfy this human hunger, and no guilt. No broken bodies left behind.
She left then, this angel in disguise. Her number remained for him, but he knew he wouldn't need it. He napped on the couch, and woke up frightened at first of the light streaming in the windows. Yet it didn't burn. It was warm, pleasant.
He stood and walked to the window, his hand hesitant upoun the drapes. Then they were open and the light flooded the room and he was basking in it, unharmed. He laughed, lifted his arms to embrace the light for the first time in over four centuries.
A name popped into his mind, and he took a deep breath. To the phone, and another more familiar number was dialed. She was shocked, scared, and then once he explained even more so. Could it be true?
He drove to her home, and knocked on the door. She stood inside, breathless, uncertain. The door opened and he stepped in. She questioned, and he walked to the light. It shone around him, making him look angelic as he stood bathed in the light of day. She gasped, and walked over as if not believing her own eyes.
"You're human." She whispered, touching his face.
He nodded, his golden hair falling into his eyes. She smiled, and thier mouths joined. He took her to her bed. They were married weeks later. Neither could stand to wait. Time was precious now. The children came eventually, as many as he'd ever wanted.
One day he stumbed upoun that number, the one that had given him so much. He smiled, and gave thanks to the mysterious woman. She'd given him life, and all it had cost was eternity.