Here's the second part. I was planning to leave this as a two shot, what do you think?

Part 2

6 months later

Lucien looked at his reflection in the mirror in the elevator. He looked just as perfect as always, but right now that made no difference to him. Right now all he could think about was her. He knew that her time was running out and it was driving him crazy. He couldn't lose her, he just couldn't. Why did she have to be so damn stubborn?

He pressed his lips together as the elevator doors opened. Hospitals had the certain smell he had learned to hate during the last 6 months. They reeked of death. Not that he normally cared about that, but this was different. Death was trying to take her from him. He wasn't going to let that happen.

"Mr. Castle," a freezing female voice said.

Oh great… Lucien placed a charming smile on his face before turning to face the old hag. As usual, she was glaring at him venomously.

"Mrs. Coulter. This is a pleasant surprise."

"What are you doing here?" the woman asked coldly, although she already knew the answer. Lucien really couldn't stand the damn woman and normally he would have never let anyone to speak to him like that. Unfortunately this woman happened to be Romy's grandmother.

"I'm here to see Romy," he replied as politely as he could.

"Why?" she snapped. "Haven't you already done enough damage, what more do you want from her?"

Lucien had to struggle for not to snap the old hag's neck. Romy loved her grandmother, she was important to her. Because of that Lucien had actually tried to make the old woman to like him. Usually he didn't have to try and he would have never bothered to do something like that, but again, the woman was important to Romy. Somehow Lucien managed to keep the smile on his face.

"As I have told you, Mrs. Coulter, I love your granddaughter and I would do anything for her."

"You took advantage of her," the woman snapped. "I know what kind of a man you are and I don't want you anywhere near her. Is that clear?"

"No," Lucien replied as calmly as he could. "With all due respect, this isn't your choice."

Mrs. Coulter crossed her arms and glared at Lucien.

"You don't deserve her."

"I know," he replied calmly and walked past the old woman. He had made sure that Romy got the best treatment money could buy and he had arranged her all the best doctors. None of that had changed her grandmother's opinion of Lucien. Well, he hadn't exactly made the best first impression.

Mrs. Coulter had walked in on Lucien and Romy and thought that Lucien had been forcing himself on Romy. The situation had been unpleasant to say the least and things had escalated quickly. Needless to say that the old hag had despised Lucien ever since for "taking advantage of her innocent little angel".

Yes, he had been the first man who had ever touched her, but he hadn't taken advantage of her. He would have never done something like that to her. She wasn't like any woman he had met before, he had felt it since the moment his lips had touched hers in his hotel room the night they had met. That felt like a lifetime ago. He hadn't been able to identify what he had been feeling, but just the thought of hurting her had been impossible. They had lied there on his bed the whole night and he had held her, just like she had asked. Then she had paid him and left.

After that he had felt like he would have snapped out of a trance. All he had been able to think about had been finding her. Thankfully he had succeeded quickly, but getting to know her had been a much harder task. She had also felt something between them, but she had wanted to ignore it. A part of her was probably still fighting it; why else would she be so stubborn.

She didn't want him to turn her. For some reason he hadn't been able to do it against her will. He would, he had no choice if she wouldn't come to her senses. Losing her wasn't an option, even if she would hate him. He marched to her door and knocked before opening it. There were bouquets all over her hospital room, most of them from him. She was lying on the bed, looking fragile and delicate like a porcelain doll. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled as she saw him.

"Hi."

He walked over to the bed and kissed her hand.

"Hello, my darling. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm fine," she replied. "There's no pain."

"Good. You look beautiful."

"No, I don't, but thank you."

Very gently he touched her cheek; he could see how exhausted she was. She was breathing slowly and blinking her eyes sleepily.

"Romy…" he muttered. "Give me your permission."

She smiled tiredly and touched his face.

"No, Lucien."

Suddenly he felt anger.

"You want to die, is that it?" he hissed through clenched teeth. "You want to hurt me?"

"No. But I have told you, I believe God has a plan for us all…"

"Enough!" he snapped. "I don't want to hear any more about your God! What kind of a sadist is he for letting someone like you to suffer so much?"

"Lucien…"

"No, don't. Don't leave me." He paused and took both of her hands. "Don't leave me. Please. I can't lose you. I'll be better, I swear, just don't leave me."

He was actually begging. It didn't matter; he needed her to change her mind. She was the only woman he had ever truly loved. His mate. The funny thing was that he had never believed in such things. True love. Soulmates. Right now the joke seemed to be on him.

After a thousand years he had finally found the woman who was meant for him and now he was about to lose her. He would either have to let her die or make her hate him. Either way he couldn't win. Perhaps there really was a god who was now punishing him. Nice try, but he wasn't going to give up. He would find a way, no matter what it would take.