Hello! I am on a Jamie Campbell Bower kick, completely in love with him haha so here is my Caius romance! I have cross-posted this on Wattpad under the alias SarahinDauntless. I don't own anything related to Twilight. Real quick to avoid confusion, Dean and Dejanna are the same person and her full name is pronounced Dee-yanna. Also, you will recognize many fandom references in here, so kudos if you can point them out! I hope you enjoy and please review!

Full Summary:

Long before Caius achieved immortality, he'd met a girl he swore he would never live without. He loved her so deeply that he would defy fate itself to stay with her. This meant that in the face of death, he would cheat and turn into a monster while the love of his life would die a bitter, painful end. This sparks a long game of love and pain as Caius is forced to watch his love be reborn, fall in love, and watch her die over and over again until he makes it his mission to avoid her at all costs.

But fate is not a gentle being. This time when Dean is reborn, she has taken the life of a nun in a convent on the outskirts of Rome when she meets Caius and decides that she couldn't live with herself if she let him slip through her fingers.

Chapter One:

"Dejanna! Where are you?" Caius screamed over the roar of the monsters wrecking their small town. Screams pressed in on his eardrums, causing his head to pound with pain and adrenaline. His native tongue was drowned out by the pleas of his neighbors, and if his love had heard him, he could not decipher a reply. His frantic blue eyes searched through the gore, the bodies populating the streets, fearing he might find her among the dead. He moved quickly, not taking the time to allow the scent of death to shock him into freezing.

Instead, he pushes past the group of fleeing peoples, allowing his shoulders to be jostled and roughly yanked to the side. His pain didn't matter, he had to make it to her families house. The beast was ahead of him, and was the only thing that made his sandaled feet skid to a stop. It was large, much larger than him and Caius was 6 feet tall. It looked like a wolf, but much more blood thirsty. Its arms were made of dark skin thick as tar with patches of matted russet fur. It's maw was elongated with rows of sharp teeth meant for ripping and tearing and consuming.

As he approached his destination, eyes reluctantly tearing away from the danger, he felt his breath get caught in his throat at the state of Dejanna's home. It was practically levelled. The roof had buckled and caved in, and a fire had started to lick at the remaining walls, engulfing the ally and the street around it. A tree had been ripped from the ground, roots and all, and the trunk of it was pinning Dejanna to the dirty cobbled road.

Caius began to run once again. "Dejanna, I'm here, my love. I'm here!" The words escaped him breathily, like he was fighting every instinct to scream in horror and fear. Her big blue eyes were wide, staring at him like he was an angel before they filled with tears and something miserable that made his spine feel like spiders were climbing up his back. He tried to pry the tree off of her, tried kicking it and ramming his uninjured shoulder into it, but the tree would not budge. His love pleaded with him not to let her die here and it broke his fragile human heart.

Tears free fell from his eyes as he pushed against the tree trunk with such ferocity that he felt his shoulder dislocate and it felt like every organ in his body had slammed into his bones with the impact. A strangled scream escaped from between his clenched teeth, but he was not strong enough. A roar from the beast ahead of them made him look up, and Caius realized that the rest of the screaming had died off...they were the only ones left.

Dejanna's soft sobs were the only other indication of life, and he could hear the carbon dioxide and oxygen struggle to release from her lungs. She was having trouble breathing already, and her eyes were going unsteady. A smear of blood tainted her pale skin from where she'd rubbed it away, trying to conceal how injured she really was from the man she didn't want to watch her die. But instead of fleeing like she told him to do, after accepting her own fate, Caius grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

Then his eyes found a sword in the rubble of her fathers home and he let go of her hand. For a moment, relief filled her desperate eyes. Her vision was fading in and out already, but she thought he had finally seen sense and was going to either run or hide until the beast was gone. But no, when he came to stand over her in a protective stance, sword in his hand, she realized with horror that he intended to die alongside her.

The Werewolf advanced full force, knocking him to the side with rib shattering strength. The sword fell from his grip, but he turned on his side, screaming from the pain, and grasped it once again. The monster was on him in a moment, his large, sharp mouth enclosing on Caius' chest. Blood seeped through the beast's teeth, squirting down his side and onto the street. He heard Dejanna's miserable cries over his own screams, but managed to bring the sword up to pierce the flesh of the monster on top of him.

It yelped, jumping away with a snarl. Caius kept a firm grip on the handle of the sword and it stayed with him as the Werewolf lunged away from him. He tried to make it to his feet, but his entire body hurt so bad. The wounds on his chest were deep. Very deep, and he knew they would be fatal. Thankfully, it was broad daylight, and not under the light of a full moon. He'd never be able to live with himself if her turned in to the monster before him. With a fury he'd rarely let show in front of the girl he intended to marry, he pulled himself to his feet and ran forward.

The beast met him head on, but Caius slid to the floor, raising his sword above his head and sinking it into the flesh of his enemy. He used what remained of his strength to push the steel through bone and muscle, causing his arms to shake from the effort. And then he let go and rolled out of the way as the beast died, falling to the ground where he had just been. His head felt heavy, and he was tired...so very tired. He also couldn't hear the cries of his woman anymore, either and that scared him more than the thought of death.

He crawled to her, wincing and screaming through his teeth as he dragged himself over sharp fallen stones. His blonde hair was matted to his face, no longer tied back by the ribbon he usually kept it in. Blood stained everything from his hair, to his skin, to his ripped and torn clothing. Caius was a warrior, and always would be. He'd never had to worry about being strong enough, angry enough, or worthy enough. But now he felt feeble and common, two things he hated. It fueled his determination to get to her, to prove to himself that he'd kept her alive.

He reached her. She was still under the tree, her head resting against a stone that had once been a part of the wall to her home. Her eyes were unfocused, and she wasn't crying anymore but the tears were still wet on her cheeks. She was breathing shallowly and noisily, but she was barely responsive as he gathered her head into his lap. He propped up beside her, feeling relief and exhaustion rush over him. Neither could speak.

It was silent now. The screams had long since died off. The monster was dead, and the thought the flames still licked at the scenery around them, it's quiet roaring was placating. It was unbearably hot, and the smoke was thick as it encased them even with the open air around them. The breeze whistled through the surrounding trees as if nothing had happened.

"Well, well," said a males deep voice. Caius' eyes snapped open. He hadn't realized he'd closed them and the man standing before him had startled him. His skin glittered in the sunlight, bloody red eyes staring at him hungrily. His lips were a shade of pink that to his human eyes looked like he was wearing women's make up. His hair was brown and hung in gentle waves down to his shoulders. He wore clothes that fit the time period, but he seemed much older than he appeared. His teeth glinted in the sunlight, and a fear he'd only felt today froze him in place.

He'd already faced one monster today and Caius knew he wouldn't have the strength to fight another. Something that stoked his rage as he glared up at the being who was now crouching before him and Dejanna. "What have we here?" He said in a voice so smooth he'd hardly believe the man hadn't sung it. The man's red eyes danced from the corpse of the Werewolf to him, to the dying girl in his lap. "Would you like me to save you?"

Despite knowing he could do nothing, Caius wrapped his hand around a sharp stone, ready to use it as a weapon. He glared at the man with heat that might have melted the skin from his bones if the creature before him had been human. "Why?" Caius spit. "How?"

The creature chuckled darkly, turning his gaze up to the sun. Caius found himself dazzled by the diamond like skin. It was beautiful, and mesmerizing. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. The man's red eyes turned back to the blonde warrior, eyeing the rock that was intended to wound him. "You have tenacity. I admire that." He leaned in close, swiping Caius' blonde hair away from his face. "You'll make a formidable...and beautiful vampire."

Caius' eyes drifted down to Dejanna who was staring at him, not the vampire, as if she didn't have a choice but to make her last moments be centered on the man she loved. Her breathing was quiet now. He couldn't even hear it, but he refused to believe she were dead already. "Save us both," Caius pleaded not looking away from her.

The vampire was quiet a moment before chuckling darkly. And then all Caius could think about was the firey pain that encompassed his entire body.