The silver writhed beneath her skin. Each shift a slow, searing reminder of what she had become. That she was not only just monster, but betrayal made flesh, with aching teeth as she could feel her body starting to fight back. Priska had promised herself all those years ago, as the first hunger gnawed at her, that she would never let herself consider a taste of him. Not for a single, trembling moment. That she would not imagine the turn of his wrist beneath her lips, not the pulse of his throat against her teeth, not the whisper of his name as she dragged him down into the endless night with her. To love him had always meant she was to destroy him, even when she had still been a living being. Too volatile, too many sharp edges..
She could see the slight tremble in his hands as they held the gun pointing at her heart. Not with fear, it seemed, but with the weight of a love he just admitted to. A love that had outlasted reason. Which did not bend, did not break, only burned and burned until there would be nothing left but ash. βFinn,β she breathed, her voice sounding small and fragile for the first time in years, βI...β Her fingers twitched at her sides, aching to feel more of his warm body beneath her touch. She wanted to confess it all. Admit that her love was as eternal as her body was now, that her heart had never known another. But from her lips spilled another lie, like she had spun them for years to keep the one thing she truly loved safe. βYou know I was never capable of loving you, the way you deserve to be loved. My heart has always been too dark.β The words were a confession, a curse. Even as the loneliness carved hollows in her chest, when she ached to be loved by him, she had kept her promise to keep him safe. Even as the scent of him, warm and alive, made her mouth water with a hunger that was not just for blood, but for the impossible.
Her laugh was a broken thing, a sound that did not belong to her anymore. βLook at me,β she whispered, as she stepped closer. Close enough to see the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, close enough to drown in his eyes. βI am the ghost of every choice we never got to make, created the very moment our innocence died.β Her left hand lifted, no longer guiding the weapon, but to hover just shy of his skin. βYou loved me when I was human. You loved me when I was gone. You loved me in all my unworthiness. Andββ her voice cracked, ββall I can give you now is the mercy of not having to know what it is like to be loved by me.β She pressed her palm flat against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart, and for a moment, she let herself imagine. Drowning out the sensation of him, mixed with the cold metal of the gun pressing against her heart βMake it count, please, before I no longer know how to contain myself.β