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*This story is underneath my folder titled “Perdita and Thorne…”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs <33”. Enjoy!*

Perdita held onto Thorne’s claw as she led him to the garden. It had been a few years since Thorne had turned her into a vampire. Was it longer? She didn’t remember. All of the days and months seemed to meld together into one continuous day, going on and on, forevermore.

She remembered everything that Thorne had told her about. She knew that she loved him in a past life, and she still loved him, even as a vampire.

While yes, she did love Thorne, her heart still hurt from what they were. No amount of love could change the fact that they were vampires, and that they had drained away the lives of innocent people.

Perdita stopped at the middle of the garden, intertwining both of her claws with Thorne’s, looking deep into his big, lovestruck red eyes. The moonlight made their pale skin look like it was going to melt away, like ice cream. She and Thorne were both unsettling and enticing to look at.

They were standing next to a gaping, widening maw of a hole that Perdita herself had dug as time went on. She could live with Thorne as a monster, yes.

But hearing the human screams and cries, some of them being too young to die, was enough to let her abandon such a life.

“Thorne, I’ve been thinking about us lately. About who we are and what we stand for. I love you so much that I feel like I’m going to bleed out into nothingness. You didn’t deserve what happened to you. You didn’t ask to be a vampire. We didn’t ask to be vampires.” Perdita said.

She caressed her hand against Thorne’s cheek. Oh, how she wanted to embrace him close and never let him go!

If he agreed to it, then they would be together. If not, then her heart would be ever the more pained, but she would be content to rot alone. She had to be sure of his thoughts before she committed such an act.

“But I don’t want to live like this. This isn’t me. I don’t want to have to live off of the blood of others…it feels wrong…it-“

“Perdita, stop. Don’t cry. You’re just trying to survive. You’re not a monster for existing, you’re-“

“You made me this way because you wanted to be with me, right? You were so happy to see me again that you couldn’t resist. Is that so? I want to be with you, but not like this.” Perdita said.

She tried swallowing down the tears that were tumbling down her face, that were blurring her crimson eyes. Truth be told, she didn’t feel like herself. She felt like a ghoulish creature wrapped up in the skin of a human. Her physical body was present, but most of her true essence had withered away.

The very bit of Perdita that was left in her picked up the stake that she had carved and shaped on a fallen tree branch. It was double-edged, sharpen to kill.

“We can be together, Thorne. I’m going to jump in this hole that I’ve dug and I’ll pierce my heart with this stake. One end will be sticking up out of my chest. You can join me if you want. You’ll be impaled by this stake, but death doesn’t have to be frightening. Maybe we’ll be surprised and go to Heaven. Maybe we’ll burn in Hell, our screams reaching no one. Maybe there will be nothing. But Thorne, anything that death brings will not break me, because we’ll have each other. We’ll be able to brave it all together, and we will keep our claws clasped with one another forevermore. I…I don’t want to live this way anymore.” Perdita said.

Thorne drew his claws away from Perdita, his carmine eyes widening in what appeared to be pure terror. Yes, death was something most did not want to face, but if they lived on, then they would live on with no real end to the misery. There was nobody left in the world who knew them. They had all gone out and lived their lives, yet Thorne and Perdita still stood, centuries having passed since they were supposed to be put in their graves.

“Do you really want this? To die? Do you understand what may happen to us after we die? Heaven doesn’t want us. We have to kill to eat. They’re going to make us suffer. They’ll-“

“But we’ll suffer with each other.” Perdita said.

And since Thorne himself looked like he was about to cry, Perdita gave him a kiss on his lips, taking in all of him just in case she would never see him again.

When she let go, she was only inches away from Thorne’s face, not yet ready to yank herself away. Their foreheads touched, their claws were once again clasped in each other’s. With frantic eyes, just like when he told her all of his woes with his father in their past lives, Thorne whispered softly, in a voice steady and yet shaking:

“I don’t want to lose you.”

Perdita grinned and squeezed his claws affectionately. Of course he would be worried about something like that, she was the one thing in his life he wholly trusted and believed in.

“I’ll haunt you if I become a ghost.” Perdita promised, giving him a quick peck on the lips before untangling her claws from his, before letting go of the boy that wanted to crawl and hide away in the darkness, the boy that wanted to fold within himself in a stricken, battered way.

She walked towards the stake that waited in front of the hole she dug, her thoughts screeching out:

You’re really going to do it? You’re really going to do it? You’re really going to do it? You’re really going to do it? You’re really going to do it? You’re really going to do it?You’re really going to do it?You’re really going to do it? You’re really going to do it?You’re really going to do it?You’re really going to do it?YOU’RE REALLY GOING TO DO IT?

She did it. She stabbed herself in the heart with the stake and fell into the worm-filled dirt, becoming nothing more than a mound of flesh and bones, all life gone in an instant.

Thorne himself felt slightly relieved by her last words, but it wasn’t the same as knowing that he could see her face, touch her claws, hear her voice.

He faltered a bit, but then, he jumped in the hole, free falling to the one he loved with his whole being, the one he spent most of his life searching for, the one who gave his life meaning and purpose. When his chest was pierced by the stake and his muddied heart, smudged by all of the many centuries clouded together, just like hers, had ceased to beat, he had become face-to-face with Perdita for all eternity.

Perdita hadn’t needed to make the promise, for their bodies would decay away together, and their souls would traverse into the afterlife claw-in-claw, prepared for whatever terrors would await them.

Because a life without each other was the real Hell out of any otherworldly punishment that could be dreamed up for them.