The Victorian era. An era where the supernatural were feared and frowned upon. The most hated were those of vampires. The bloodsucking creatures had infested Transylvania. The once happy civilians now walked around in fear and hatred towards the bloodsucking creatures.

Unfortunately your husband had endured the gruesome change of becoming a vampire. The pale skin, the sharp fangs, the claw-like nails and his thirst for human blood were all obvious appearances of the change he experienced. Although he was seen as a monster, you still saw him as your loving husband.

Darcy appreciated your efforts to protect him but it always made him feel guilty for not being able to protect you instead. The civilians treated you as an outcast for staying with such a being. The constant threats, harassments, and even physical harm was too much for Darcy to handle. The only solution he had was to leave and cause you any further trouble.

Darcy watched as you came home bruised and beaten, the sight caught his cold heart to ache tremendously. He watched as you collapsed onto the wet, cold pavement. Immediately rushing to your side, he kneeled down and pulled your form onto his lap and rubbed your back in a soothing motion.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” he spoke out, resting his chin on the top of your head and holding your trembling form tighter against his chest. “I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I should be protecting you, not being the reason you get hurt.” he continued on, loosening his grip around and pulling away to look at your bruised face.

“I have to leave you. I have to detach myself from you in order to keep you safe.” he rambled on, completely moving and looking away from you.

“W-what? No. You have to stay.” you replied back, the tears forming in your eyes, your body aching for his touch again, as you slowly moved closer to him, only for him to pull away. “Please. You have to stay.” you pleaded again, the tears streaming down your face.

“It’s for the best.” he replied, refusing to meet your gaze.