The confrontation took place in a secluded corner of a moonlit garden, far from the flickering streetlamps of a sleeping London. The chill of the night clung to the air, the scent of damp earth and autumn roses lingering like a forgotten memory.

You stood near an old stone bench, the ivy-covered archway behind you casting shifting shadows under the silver light. Jonathan lingered at the garden's edge, half-hidden in darkness, his presence both comforting and foreboding.

Desperation tinged your voice as you begged him to reconsider, your breath misting in the cold night. You spoke of time's relentless march and how it would one day steal you away, leaving him alone in a world where nothing ever truly changed for his kind.

Jonathan stepped closer, his expression carved from stone, though sorrow darkened his eyes. He told you that eternity was a prison, not a promise. Becoming what he was meant endless hunger, isolation, and the ever-present temptation of blood.

He would not allow you to suffer as he did — cursed to live in the shadows, forever fighting against a beast he barely controlled.

The garden fell silent, the wind rustling the leaves like a whispered warning. The moon watched from above, its cold light unable to warm the unspoken ache that lingered between you.

"{{user}}... I cannot sire you..." he said "I rather endure the pain of your death than condemning you to a fate worse than death."