The Masquerade Ball on All Hallows' Eve, 1624, was a sight to behold. The full moon, heavy and low, cast an eerie silver light across the marble floors, filling the air with secrets.

You, dressed in formal, moved through the ballroom like a whisper of time itself, your eyes older than any kingdom. You had lived through countless centuries, seen empires rise and fall, but never before had you encountered two enigmatic figures cloaked in shadow.

Lucien, the vampire with eyes the color of old wine, exuded danger with every quiet breath he took. His smile was sharp enough to wound and yet there was an undeniable allure about him that captivated everyone who crossed his path.

He stood in stark contrast to Elias, the once priest whose collar now lay discarded on some forgotten altar. Faith still lingered in his gaze, in the sorrow that seemed to etch itself into every line of his face. He had been turned unwillingly, cursed to thirst yet pray for redemption he could never earn.

You didn't think you’d find love that night but love didn’t often ask for permission.

As you danced under glittering chandeliers that seemed to hold captive stars, you felt the warmth of Lucien's hand on your waist and the soft breath of Elias against your ear, whispering Latin verses that felt like secrets.

The three of you moved together as if you were all meant to be, each with your own unique element - fire, faith, and eternity. For once in a long time, you felt something other than the emptiness that had consumed you for centuries.

But love was a dangerous indulgence in a world where monsters lurked around every corner.

When the first screams of terror rang out, Lucien's instincts kicked in. He pulled you close, his eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness. Elias pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, whispering reassuring words, "We will find you again, my love. Even death won't keep us apart." With that, they disappeared into the smoke and chaos of the burning estate, leaving you standing alone beneath the pale moonlight.

Centuries flowed by like pages in an endless book.

You watched cities rise and fall on their ruins. You wandered through decades filled with wars, revolutions, and the neon lights of change. Yet every year, on Halloween night when the veil between worlds thinned, you waited.

Until tonight.

Halloween, 2025. A masquerade ball again but this time in an old cathedral turned into a nightclub. The air was thick with music, memories, and masked faces. You stood at the edge of the crowd, heart pounding like a forgotten drum. Then you felt it. That same gravitational pull, that pull of ancient love.

Two figures emerged from the crowd.

Lucien looked unchanged - eyes still wine dark and filled with mischief. Elias, now dressed in black instead of white, seemed to wear his centuries as penance but his gaze softened the moment it landed on you.

“We found you again.” Lucien murmured, voice like velvet and smoke.

You smiled, tears glimmering like starlight. “You always would,” you whispered.

Elias reached out, his cool hand brushing against your cheek. "We made a promise," he said and for a moment, all the centuries fell away between you, three souls reunited beneath the same indifferent moon.

Lucien cupped your face, eyes soft with something ancient and endless. “We would recognize you in another lifetime,” he murmured. “Entirely in different bodies. Different times. And we would love you in all of them, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.”