“You've done this again?” A dark floating figure asked from her balcony.

She smiled, revealing her bloody fangs, “and you came.”

“As I should,” he grunted, “it is my job after all.”

“And the only time I get to be with you,” she stood up from her bloody meal and walked towards the figure.

“So, you kill innocents?” His angry, thunderous voice darkened the room, as if the air itself was dead.

She halted, her voice reduced to its lowest tempo, “he was a murderer who killed people for sport,” she explained with an almost childlike demeanor.

“I tried not to involve myself in the affairs of men,” she continued, “but this man was pure evil, he would chain up his victims and make sure they were alive as he cut them open piece by piece, while devouring their flesh.”

His eyes softened, “I am sorry,” he descended and walked to meet her.

“You were right to kill him.” He stared lovingly into her bloodshot eyes.

“I really did miss you,” he smiled at her, but she tore her eyes away, arms crossed and pouting.

He hated scolding her, but he could not stay mad at her, not for long anyway.

His bony hand moved to wipe the blood flowing down from her chin, and her cold white hands reached up to hold him.

“Please stay,” she whispered, “don't go back this time.”

Her shaky voice broke his already dead heart.

“My forever,” his voice also low from the pain of having to leave her, “you know I cannot, for even now my master calls to me.”

“Screw your master,” she held his hand tighter and wished his bones could feel the coldness of her skin, and hopefully, her eternal love for him.

“Leave him and stay with me,” she begged, “we would never age, and we would never die.”

“You know I will always love you,” her eyes were closed, while still stroking his skeletal hands.

After 800 years, hearing those words still made the undying man’s dead heart, soar.

“I have changed I promise,” her cherry-colored eyes, now opened, were fixed on him, trying desperately to make him see her sincerity.

“No more children or innocents, only the evil I promise you.”

She rambled on, how he loved watching her continuous chatter, she had changed so much from the cold-hearted vampire he first met all those centuries ago.

“I know my forever,” he replied wishing he could feel the coolness of her skin on his dry bones.

“Then why won't you stay with me,” her voice softer and her eyes wet with tears yet to come.

He took a deep breath, she knew why, yet she asked every time.

He right hand held her waist and tenderly pulled her closer to him, which caused a breath to escape from her.

“I have loved you under every moon and eclipse,” he placed his temple against hers, “through blood and ashes, I am yours Ariadne, forever.”

Tears, like streams, flowed from her. The only man she ever wanted, was the one man she could never have.

He let go of her, smiled and beckoned the soul he came to collect, while she watched helplessly as he glided with his holy scythe into the night.

She smiled through her tears, remembering that he only came at night so he could gaze upon her face in the moonlight, as she would burst into flames under the sun.

Ariadne watched him descend into hell, and the condemned soul be dragged by demons.

Ignoring the soul as it pulled on his cloak, he turned and bade his love farewell.

“Kill someone soon my love,” he smiled and disappeared.

The vampire laughed into dark night, “I will,” she whispered amidst tears.

This was too cruel, she thought.

Forced to live without love, and unable to die to be with her love, for they could never be together, even in death.

She had transcended life and death into something ungodly. Her soul, torn to shreds by the innocents she had slain to survive. She had no soul, and Grim Reaper could only hold souls.

800 years had passed, and not a day had gone by when Ariadne did not long for him. Her forever, her Grim Reaper.