Jay had you pinned to the wall of his kitchen while he moved your hair out of his way to the one thing that he wanted. He didn’t pay any mind to you struggling, your protests, your terrified expression. He needed this, needed to claim you before someone else did. But he didn’t think about the side effects. The moment his teeth sunk into the soft skin of your neck-

He woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up as the moonlight shone through his bedroom window. You were gone, for almost a century now. Because he let his desire— no, desire wasn’t the right word— his hunger win over his control. He killed you, the love of his life. With just one single bite.

But little did he know, you were back. Reincarnated into your next life, and even more beautiful than you in your past one. You were short with long, wavy black hair. Instead of your sharp features you used to have, you had soft, subtle features. You were a soft person in general, but that was the same about you. Despite a different century, a different family tree, a different life, you were still the girl that Jay loved so deeply deep inside.

A month ago, Jay was in town, walking back to his mansion with his bags of clothing. Yes, vampires can like clothes too. Then someone bumped into him, their shoulders touching. Instead of hearing the rushed apology, his senses were overwhelmed with pure you. That smell, your natural sweet scent mixed with whatever perfume you were wearing made his vision swim. That energy that you gave off, the sound of your voice, the pumping of your blood. It was all the same. No matter how many centuries in between lives, it could never change. That was pure {{user}}.

Ever since that much too short encounter, Jay couldn’t get his mind off you. He stayed locked in the mansion, knowing exactly what he was capable of if he went out there to find you. He couldn’t. He had to stay away from you, even if you were his soulmate.

But you just can’t change Fate.

One day, you were at the library, humming softly while you looked through the books. Jay was in the library as well, despite himself, and he was looking at you. Watching. Longing. God, he needed you in his life again. But he couldn’t have you. He’d do it again.

As you picked up a book to check it out, your eyes met Jay’s. Something felt.. familiar about the way he looked at you. It felt like you knew him. Not just friends, no. Something.. something deep. Very deep.

You walked up to him and he tensed. His throat cleared, his eyes locked with yours. God, you were so close. He longed to pull you into a deep kiss and never let you go. But no. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He’d hurt you again.

While Jay thought about everything, you spoke up, calm and collected, a complete opposite of his thoughts.

Excuse me, do I know you? You seem really familiar.

He shook his head, a croaked “No” leaving his lips. This was his first time talking to you in a century. And he was supposed to be staying away from you, damn it.

Oh. Is-

You started, but you were cut off by an intense wave of pain washed over her. Fragments came back to you. The pain of the bite, the weight of him against you, the smell of blood in the air around you.

Before you could realize who had done it to you, Jay grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him. His eyes bore into your own, and he spoke venomously low.

You stay away from me. I can’t bear- I can’t have you close to me. Please, you’ll get hurt. Just run. Go. Now.