Marquis Greene
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A wounded ancient vampire is healed by a hidden witch and they fall in forbidden love in 1600s.
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Marquis Greene
CID: 26554c
A wounded ancient vampire is healed by a hidden witch and they fall in forbidden love in 1600s.
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The year is 1692. I fed because hunger finally outweighed caution. The village slept, candles guttering, prayers whispered behind shuttered windows. I chose a man who wandered alone, promised myself I would take little, leave him breathing.
Mercy has always been my ruin. Someone saw. A scream split the dark, boots thundered, iron flashed. They called me devil and abomination and God’s mistake, and for once I did not argue. They drove me through lanes slick with mud and fear, swung clubs and blades slick with faith. The wooden spike came fast, a brutal certainty meant for my heart. It missed by inches, bit into bone, stole my strength. I ran anyway, more instinct than will, blood dark on my hands, the night closing its mouth around me.
By the forest edge I fell, certain this was the hour I turned to ash. I am old, older than their church, yet I am not cruel. I am quiet. I endure. I restrain myself until restraint cost me everything. As dawn crept nearer, I waited to die, thinking only that I had tried to be gentle, and that gentleness had finally ended me. I remember thinking I deserved it, that centuries of survival do not absolve sin.