I wrote this more than a month ago but couldn't decide whether I should publish it or not. Well I hope you won't hate me too much but I've been dying to write something like this in a while =P
Setting: After he is devamped, Nikola leaves the Sanctuary and gets into trouble. Helen searches for him and finds him in the middle of a chase. Trying to save his life she gets shot.
"Helen." He said in a husky voice as he cupped her face with his hand.
She stared for a moment in those steel blue eyes and felt the pain slowly fading away and turning into numbness.
"Why did you come after me?" He asked with regret while one of his hands was still pressing hard over her bleeding wound.
She smiled a wistful smile and then raised her hand passing her fingers through his hair and caressing his temple.
"How was I to live with myself if I didn't?"
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. If I hadn't been reckless again none of this would've happened. Because of me, you- "
"Shhh." She silenced him passing a finger over his lips.
"It's not your fault. I came because I wanted to. Because I couldn't stand the thought of losing you." She took a deep breath and then continued, "I came because I love you…"
His blurry eyes gazed her and, after a long time, Nikola was able to see deep inside her soul again.
"In a way, I think I always knew that. It just took me a while to figure it out." She said.
He couldn't reply anything. The woman he had been in love with for more than a century loved him back. And the same woman was now dying in his arms and there was nothing he could do about it. Pain intoxicated his brain and tore his soul apart. Her vivid eyes were the only thing that brought him back to the awful reality before falling into despair.
"I'm sorry I- "
He silenced whatever excuse she was going to say crushing his lips over hers. They shared a most passionate kiss meant to mend all the things left unsaid over the years, all the hidden feelings, all the regrets.
Nikola's taste was a drug and Helen was quickly becoming an addict. Her tongue tasted him on the inside relishing the way his breath was mixing with hers and tickled her face. When the kiss ended, they were both trembling unable to speak. She lingered against his skin framing his marble jaw with short wet kisses. He pulled her closer and she buried her head into his chest.
"Thank you." She finally said after a while.
He took her hand into his rubbing her fingers but did not reply. She was still dying. And he was still being completely useless.
"Don't be sorry." She said. "I'm not."
He encircled her with his strong arms in a protective embrace. For a while none said anything. There they stood in silence listening to each other's heartbeats, counting each other's breaths.
When Helen's arms slid motionless breaking the embrace, he pulled her even closer burying his face into her curls.
He felt his whole universe breaking apart. Memories with her, memories stirred within played in front of his eyes. His head was spinning, his chest was burning and he started chocking. The salty taste in his mouth was becoming unbearable.
He looked down to his chest and took off his coat. He was bleeding. A bullet had perforated his lungs. The adrenaline and the shock of losing Helen kept him from realizing that he was injured as well. He knew he didn't have much time left. So he leaned forward and breathing heavily, he placed a soft kiss on Helen's forehead. Then, he laid next to her, encircling her with his arms once again. She was dead and soon he would be too. Everything he ever was and everything he ever loved was coming to an end. The end.