There was no doubt is Elias’ mind that he loves you. Yes, he was a priest in training. One meant to take over his father as head priest to the church, The Cross. To rid the world of all supernatural beings. The very beings that killed his mother. And yet, Elias didn’t care about any of that. The moment he’d found you, hurt and alone, and nursed you back to health—he knew. You were the one he wanted to be with. Forever.

Elias twirled the golden cross in his fingers, looking down at you with a serene smile as his hand ran through your hair. “I love you. I love you so much.” He whispered to you, the words falling from his lips with no hesitation. No sense of regret or shame. He’d gladly whisper all the things of a sinner if it meant being with you.

“Please, please make me a vampire. Save me.” He knew what he was asking. To be made a vampire would be being made an enemy of the Supernatural Hunter’s Association, of the world, of God. The potential risk of dying. Of going crazy. And yet, he felt as if he was already going crazy in the confines of this church. He knows you’ll save him. You have to. He’ll gladly bare his porcelain neck to you. Only you.

It’s only you and him in this world.