Summary: They say that there are soulmates, that they find each other in every life. He thinks that you used to be his. He wonders if that has changed, now that his soul has become so warped. It doesn’t stop him from searching for you anyway.
Notes: Reincarnation/soulmate fic. Ferid’s characterization is based heavily on the light novels. In the first two lifetimes, you are explicitly female, and you are explicitly male in the third, but all other lifetimes are gender neutral, and your race is left ambiguous. Includes a non-explicit sex scene. Ferid’s former name was revealed to be Mikaela recently; the first scene of the story will not make sense without knowing this! SPIN-OFF POSTED HERE!
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He is turned at the cusp of the new millennium, just after the crowning of the first king of Hungary, the just Saint Stephen. His neck still aches from the sting of Rigr Stafford’s bite, his insides falling apart now that he is empty of human blood. Mikaela Bathory shivers uncontrollably, the beauty of flicking candlelight and your waking face lost upon his ravenous mind. In this year of our lord, he thinks, I have become a monster.
“Mikaela…?”
Your voice is tender. He cannot hear it over the pulsing of your veins. Mikaela can smell the nectar running beneath your skin, and he wants to cry. His sire has schemed for him to kill the very person dearest to him, his other half. Most likely, it will make him truly inhuman.
You run to him immediately, clearly concerned for his pain. “My lord!” you gasp, kneeling down. Your face cups his cheek. “You’re unwell. What did that man do—?”
He cannot control it any longer. Before he knows it, his teeth have sunk into your paper-thin skin. Your neck is wet with his tears.
Whimpering, you put your hands in his hair, holding him close.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” But he can’t stop.
“It’s okay, Mikaela. It’s okay.” Your whimper breaks his heart. “I love you. I love you. I’ll always love you.“
The smile that he cherishes so much is still on your face when your heart stops, fated to remain there until it is desecrated by worms.
A violent red spreads across Mikaela’s eyes.
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He goes by Ferid now. He has adopted a new name to suit his new eyes and sharp teeth. It better fits into the times, too: it’s trendy, and he’s always been one for fashion, even after becoming a monster. Very few strings are left keeping him anchored to humanity, and strangely, this is one of them.
Toad's Cave 