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Olrox is fighting with everything he has, dashing from one side to other of the city square, cutting down vampires at a lightening fast pace, one can barely catch a glimpse of his form even if they don't blink.
At the other side, he hears Mizrak in the distance, struggling but holding on as he kills all sorts of demons that flock in his direction or dare try to pass his line of defense.
They are both focused on their own tasks, but Olrox is keenly aware of Mizrak's presence at all times, until a particularly stubborn vampire, that is keeping up with him quite well in terms of speed and power, forces him to forgo his auditory attention on his love and place every one of his sense entirely on the enemy ahead.
They exchanges blow, ones as fierce as the ones before, blood is spilled everywhere, every sound of battle around them seems to turn muffled as Olrox counts every step, watches every strike, dodges with uncanny mastery, almost dancing around his enemy which pisses them off, giving Olrox the perfect opportunity to end them once and for all as they make a careless mistake in their anger.
He pierces his enemy through the chest with his bare hand from behind, holding their heart in his hands, finally he dealt with the worst one of these monster, he can almost taste victory when suddenly, he hears a pained shout and recognizes the voice.
Olrox attention snaps towards it, he smells a large amount of blood and watches as Mizrak stumbles a few steps, ending the monster that cut him before he collapses onto the floor.
"No!" Olrox shouts, panic rising in the pit of his stomach as he tosses the vampire aside, crushing their heart and they turn into dust before even hitting the ground.
In a flash, Olrox, in his state of desperation and frenzied rage, he slaughters all remaining monsters, cleaning the city square as he reaches Mizrak's slumped form.
"Mizrak!" he calls out, kneeling besid him, carefully studying the gaping wound in his lover's chest as he groans in pain. "No. No, no no! Mizrak, stay with me!" he pleads, carefully picking Mizrak in his arms.
"Olrox..." Mizrak calls out faintly.
"Stay with me. I'll find a way to help you. You're not allowed to leave me alone, you hear me!?" He holds back his tears, desperately searching for something, anything that might help him treat Mizrak's wound.
Mizrak watches Olrox mind rushing a mile an hour, his eyes getting intensely more desperate as he searches for a solution in every corner of the city square, something to give him hope to help his lover without resorting to the last thing either of them would ever want.
But Mizrak knows, he can feel it, he won't hold out much longer like this, he is losing too much blood and soon his body will stop will give up entirely. He knows, the only option he has now, is Olrox blood.
They had never discussed it, if they had ever wanted to actually spend an eternity together, if that even be a possibility. After all, Mizrak knew all to well what turning meant. His mortal soul would be forever damned to Hell, no matter how much he had devoted his life to the church.
However, as he feels his blood gushing out every time he breaths, his lungs filling with it, he knows there isn't much of a option if he wishes to survive, if he selfishly wishes for one more day with Olrox.
"Olrox..." he calls out weakly, his brow furrowed in agony. Olrox quickly snaps his eyes back to look at Mizrak, fear scaring his features in a way that breaks Mizrak's heart as his hand drops to his chest, touching his wound and making him wince in pain. "Turn me."
"What? No! You know what that will do to you. There has to be another way! I won't bind you with this curse!" He refuses, desperately trying to persuade his lover.
"No more... Time." Mizrak replies, feeling weaker and weaker, his voice failing to convey his thoughts.
"No... No! I won't bind you to me like this. I won't lose you like that! If I'll lose you either way, I rather know you'll be forever out of my reach in your precious God's embrace, then forever bound by this curse!" Olrox bares his fangs in anger, desperately fighting back the urge to cry.
"Then, bind me." Mizrak pleas, reaching out to touch Olrox's face, his vision starting to blur. "Make me yours."
Olrox hears it, his heart is starting to slow down, Mizrak doesn't have long. He catches his lover's hand, hold's against his face, feeling his warmth fade little by little, desperately trying to cling onto it, tears freely falling from his eyes and he realizes Mizrak has closed his eyes and he simply can't bear it.
With a gut wrenching scream into the sky, like he is cursing the world itself for the fate that had brought him his light is the same that threatens to take it away, Olrox bites into Mizrak's neck, poisoning his veins, cursing his soul and binding his existence for eternity.
...
Olrox is absent mindedly watching the empty streets of a small city trough the small window of the one room place he had acquired not long ago, wasting hours into the night, reliving that day with ache in his heart. It had been five years since that fateful day, a relative peace had been achieved with the occasional Bartley supportive vampire's causing a scene from time to time, trying to continue what she started without much success thanks to the Belmond child and his allies.
He hears the door click open and the almost quiet steps of Mizrak approach him.
"You're lost in though again." He says softly, quietly standing next to him.
"Just... thinking." Olrox sighs, unable to face him.
"About what?" Mizrak inquires, his words filled with worry.
"Thinking of how I have robbed you from the sun's light and domed your existence to be eternally trapped with me in the shadows, regretting living the rest of your eternal life away from the days are filled with laughter and peaceful everyday occurrences, while the night is quiet and cold." Olrox admits with a sigh, staring mournfully into the night sky.
Mizrak stares at him, simply listening, his brows furrowed with concern as he attempts to reach and offer some sort of solace to his partner, but hesitates for a moment before thinking better against it.
He had felt how Olrox had grown somehow distant over the past two years as he regained control over his senses and reclaimed his awareness of the world around. He knew how much he had stuggled in the begging when he first turned, he still remembered bits and pieces of it.
How Olrox's face distorted in guilt as he had to give him orders just to keep him calm, how there were some nights were he wept in plea for Mizrak's humanity to return, how he struggled to come to terms with the blood thirst and his new life as he regained his sense of self piece by piece. Not that he had ever mention any of it to Olrox, the fear of seeing his face contort in horror of such realization broke Mizrak's heart so kept it to himself.
"You know this was my choice too, right Olrox." he rebuts softly. "I don't regret, if that's what you're thinking."
"You don't regret it now, but what about after a hundred or two-hundred have passed? How can you-" he says, exasperated, hesitating to finish the sentence as he sighs, gripping tightly at his shirt as if trying to shield take hold of his heart to stop the pain.
"...You're right." he admits and he catches when Olrox slightly flinches at his admission.
"There might come a day when I miss the daylight. But I think I'll learn the love the nighttime more."
"Why do you sound so sure of that?" Olrox finely looks at him and Mizrak can see the hesitation and doubt in his eyes. To see such a powerful man be so vulnerable and honest like that in front of him made his chest feel warm, even though there is no more blood running trough his veins anymore.
"Because I feel that with the night, I will finally know peace." he replies softly. "In the day, I only knew how to run from one place to the next, attending to everyone who would call for me without rest. It was a fulfilling life, but now... Now I get the chance to experience a new one." Mizrak glances at Olrox, watching as he becomes almost entranced with his words. "You say you robbed me of the Sun's light, but I view it as an opportunity to bath in the moonlight instead." he averts his eyes, almost embarrassed to continue, but pushing trough all the same. "I never got to experience the night peacefully before, never even glance at the moon long enough to actually appreciate it's beauty for what it is and not for the cold loneliness that seemed to crush me if I gazed at it for too long."
Mizrak turns and slowly approaches Olrox, reaching to gentry hold his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"And I'm sure that with you by side, the nights won't be as cold or as lonely as I once thought." he gazes deeply into Orlox's eyes. "Of course, if you'll still have me, that is."
Before Mizrak has the time to process the movement, Olrox holds him tightly in his arms, his nose gently brushing against Mizrak's neck as he exhales deeply, relaxing his shoulders, like a enormous weight had been lifted off of his chest.
"Always my love. Always."