It all happened in slow motion. I ran towards my mate as his body calmed down visibly. Whatever the knife was, it was deadly. I ran to his still body as he tried to breathe.
Drops of tears fell from my eyes as I held him. "Look at me, babe. Okay? Calm down. I'm—" I tried saying but he shushed me.
"Wow, I never expected to die being stabbed in the chest. That knife was a perfect vampire killer and he is the only one active now. Do this. Don't talk. Just hold me. I'm not going to make this a dramatic death and say anything. I've lived for a rather long time-" He said to me as he turned his head to the side, tiredly.
The tattoos on his skin started to shine brightly. The writings on his skin began to correct themselves. The pendant tattoo on his neck shone brightly.
Come on, I thought as
