It was the end of this particular battle and I was surrounded by the bodies of our foes. I looked over at my sweet boy, who had been fighting with a particularly large Roman, and saw him fall to the ground. The man he was fighting with rose his sword above Talbot's beautiful body, which I could tell was already mutilated. But of course, within a second, I made sure the large man's head fell to the ground.
I picked Talbot up and ran into the forest, finding a quiet place to set him down. His chest was heaving as the blood poured from the jagged cut in his stomach. I bit my wrist and held it in front of his mouth. "Drink it Talbot" I told him, and he did. But after only a few seconds of sucking, he pulled away with a pained expression as he put his hand on the back of my neck, something he often did when he felt me move inside him. "It won't work." He said, so quietly that I had to strain to hear him. I knew what the two options were. I could hold him in my arms as his radiant youth slipped away from him, which I was prepared to do, or…Oh god, I couldn't. "What do you want, my love?" I asked. I didn't want him to die, but I was prepared for it. True I had lived for hundreds of years, but I still was not ready to be a maker, least of all his .
"Russell," he whispered, pulling me close to him, "make me like you." I pulled away slightly. Did he know what he was saying? "Are you sure?" I asked, taking his other shaking hand in mine and kissing it. He had such delicate hands. "Yes," he took his hand from my mouth and used the strength of both his arms to lower me to his neck, which he had let me bite so many times. I could see the vain pulsating but still I resisted. "Just do it" he pleaded. I forced my fangs to protrude and dove in.
I couldn't deny that this is what I had fantasized about, all those times that I had sunk my fangs into his tender, sweet neck as I let myself pour into him, but I never truly intended to do it. I drank and drank and drank. He didn't put up much of a fight, as he was in an extremely weak state. Even so, I could hear soft cries spill from his lips. True, I had never made another vampire, but I knew full well how to drain someone almost to the point of death, but not quite. And so, I pulled away. His body lay still, and for a moment, I was scared that I drank to much. And yet, he was fluttering those wonderfully thick black lashes of his. Without analyzing my actions, I took the sword that I still had from the battle and poked a small hole in my neck. I raised Talbot's mouth up to the hole, and within a few seconds, he began to suck. I pulled him up and set him in my lap, so that he wouldn't have to strain to drink from me. At last, I felt as though enough of my blood I pulled him off.
He lay still, and so I began to dig. Of course, the time that it took me to dig us a grave was a great deal shorter than it would have taken. I scooped my love into my arms and carried him into the grave. I covered us with a great deal of dirt and wrapped my arms around his chest. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought to myself, "we are one now, joined forever."