"I thought you were brought to my door by fate. I didn't think...I didn't think it would be more than that. But there you were, not just some heartless killer. You weren't like him; you weren't at all like the stories said. You were just a man, with a heart just like mine. We were both monsters, and yet neither of us really were."
She brushed the knuckles of her other hand, still tightly held in a fist, over his cheekbone delicately.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Eskel crushed her against him. Words failed, but actions didn't. She fit into his embrace so perfectly. He didn't know what to do, what to say, but he knew how he felt. Maybe it was fate that brought him to her door. He understood what she said; he knew it was the truth by her broken, heartfelt voice. But how did they do this? How did a Witcher love a Vampire? How did a monster hunter love a monster?
"We can't help what we are," he managed, his mouth against her temple, her soft hair fluttering over his face. "I wish I knew what to do."
Maya lifted her head, leaned back to look at him. She slid her clenched hand up between them and opened her fist. In her palm were her teeth, four long sharp fangs that she'd pulled out of her own mouth, teeth that had cut her hand as she clutched them, pain she caused herself as penance for a crime she wasn't even guilty of.
"Just forgive me," she said.
He put his hand over hers, the fangs digging into his palm, wicked sharp and slicing into his skin even as he wrapped his fingers around hers. He felt his blood and hers, sticky and damp between their palms.
He nodded mutely and then he kissed her, offering her the only forgiveness he could offer, hoping, begging for hers in return. archiveofourown.org/works/4613…