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The wind rushed past as the two in a tangled mess of limbs raced towards the ground, Marcalin’s claws digging into bubblegums faded pink skin as the tip of a wooden stake presses against her own heart.
They been doomed from the start, soulmates bound to be with each other in every universe, even if it meant destroying each other to do so.
Bonnibel can remember every time she wishes she had killed the star. Every time Marcaline had hurt her, broken her heart, left her for dead and-
She remembers what that strange man had said.
“Where I come from, you two fell in love”
She feels tears prick the corners of her eyes as they fall, wondering if somehow he was telling the truth that just maybe, there’s a world where she and Marcaline are just truly, happy.
A world where Marcaline grew up loved and cared for, a world where the world isn’t in ruins, a world where somehow, they fall in love, and everything’s okay.
The grounds approaching fast and Marcaline stares at Bonibell with an unsure expression as she feels the tears against her own cold hands still pressed to Bonnies face.
There’s no time to say anything, god how Bonnie wished they just had time.
Instead she could only brace herself as she holds Marcaline tighter, her expression morphing into a strange fondness neither had ever felt before.
She leans in, the steak pressing harder against the vampires skin, the wind rushing even faster now. Marcaline’s eyes widen only for a moment before somehow she understands, eyes falling shut as she closes the gap between them.
And for just a second, a wonderful fleeting second, their lips meet and everything they faced, all the pain and heartbreak and suffering, fades away.
For just a moment everything feels perfect, a heartbreaking feeling of what could’ve been if things had only been different.
But things weren’t different. In this universe they were destined to destroyed each other.
The steak plunges into Marcalines heart and suddenly all Bonnibel can hold onto is a fading cloud of smoke as she finally hits the floor, giving in to the dozens of vampires above.
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With a loud snore Marcaline shifts and pulls Bonnie closer, her face buried against her lovers soft pink skin, their limbs all sprawled together.
Bonnie sighs softly and runs her fingers through Marcalines hair, pressing a faint kiss to the vampires forehead before drifting off into a peaceful sleep besides her.
And somewhere deep down, she knows just how lucky she is to be able to hold her.