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Between Fangs And Hearts

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Best friends Kain and Scott discover their fated mates in two rival vampires, Viktor and Izcacus. While Kain easily accepts his bond with Viktor, Scott struggles with his connection to Izcacus, burdened by his lineage as a vampire hunter. As their lives intertwine, they uncover that the mastermind behind Viktor and Izcacus’s rivalry is also responsible for the centuries-old feud between vampires and hunters—someone who thrives on keeping the vampires divided and the hunters consumed by vengeance.

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Chapter 1The Heartbreak

"You're unbelievable, Kian. You really think this is enough?"

Jamie's voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and dripping with disdain. He stood in the middle of their shared apartment, his arms crossed, the tension between them thick and suffocating.

Kian could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his pulse quickening as the argument spiraled out of control.

"What the hell do you mean by 'enough'? I've been trying, Jamie!" Kian shouted back, his voice shaking, more with exhaustion than anger. "I've been doing everything I can!"

Jamie scoffed, shaking his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Trying? Trying? You don't even see it, do you? You're suffocating me, Kian. Every day, it's like I'm drowning in your neediness, your constant need for reassurance. It's exhausting."

Kian felt the sting of Jamie's words hit him like a slap to the face. His chest tightened as he tried to make sense of what was happening. The man he had been with for years, the man he had loved more than anything, was looking at him as if he was nothing but a burden.

"I need you, Jamie," Kian said, his voice softer now, pleading. He took a step forward, but Jamie recoiled, taking a step back, his eyes hard and unyielding. "We can fix this. We've always been able to fix things before."

Jamie's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with frustration. "This isn't something you can fix with sweet words and promises, Kian. I'm done. I'm so fucking done with this. With you."

The words landed like a gut punch, knocking the air from Kian's lungs. His mouth went dry as he tried to speak, but nothing came out. He could feel the tears burning at the edges of his eyes, but he blinked them back, refusing to let Jamie see him break. Not like this. Not now.

Jamie paced across the room, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "Do you even hear yourself? It's always about you. What you need, what you want. Have you ever stopped to think about what I need? What I want?"

Kian's hands were trembling now, his mind racing as he tried to keep up with the barrage of accusations. "I do think about you, Jamie. I..."

"No, you don't!" Jamie snapped, cutting him off. "You think you do, but you don't. You're so wrapped up in your own insecurities, your own goddamn issues, that you don't see how much you've been draining me. I can't do this anymore."

Kian's stomach churned, his mind reeling. He had always known their relationship wasn't perfect, that they had problems like any couple, but he had never imagined it would come to this. He never thought Jamie would look at him with so much contempt, so much anger.

"I thought we were a team," Kian whispered, his voice breaking. "I thought we were in this together."

Jamie's expression softened for a brief moment, a flicker of something, regret, maybe, crossing his features. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the cold, hard wall that had been building between them for months.

"I tried," Jamie said, his voice low. "I tried to be there for you, to help you, but I can't carry you anymore, Kian. You've become this... this weight around my neck, and I'm sinking."

The room felt too small, the walls closing in on Kian as Jamie's words cut deeper than any wound. His throat tightened, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

"I love you," Kian said, the words falling from his lips like a lifeline, one last desperate attempt to hold on to what was slipping away. "I love you, Jamie. Doesn't that mean anything?"

Jamie's face twisted with something akin to pity, and Kian hated it. He hated the way Jamie was looking at him, like he was some broken thing that needed fixing, something to be discarded.

"Love isn't enough," Jamie said, his voice cold and final. "Not anymore."

Kian shook his head, his vision blurring as the tears he had been holding back finally spilled over. "You don't mean that. You can't mean that."

"I do." Jamie's voice was steady, unwavering. "This is over, Kian. We're over."

The finality of those words shattered something inside Kian, the fragile hope he had been clinging to crumbling into dust. His legs felt weak beneath him, and he sank onto the edge of the couch, his head in his hands. The sobs came then, uncontrollable, raw, as the reality of what was happening crashed over him.

Jamie stood there, watching him for a moment, his face unreadable. Then, without another word, he turned and walked to the bedroom, grabbing a suitcase from the closet. Kian didn't move, didn't say anything as he heard the sound of drawers being opened, clothes being tossed into the bag. He was too numb, too broken to do anything but sit there, the weight of his grief pressing down on him like a physical force.

Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours, Kian couldn't tell anymore, before Jamie reappeared, the suitcase in hand. He paused in the doorway, looking at Kian one last time.

"You'll be okay," Jamie said, his voice quiet. "You always are."

Kian looked up, his tear-streaked face full of disbelief. "How can you say that? After everything, how can you just walk away?"

Jamie's expression didn't change. "Because I have to."

Kian had felt the cracks in their relationship long before this moment, but he had tried to patch them up, to cling to what they had, to hold Jamie close. And now, it was all slipping through his fingers.

"Jamie, please," Kian whispered desperately, his voice hoarse. "Don't leave. I... I can change. We can fix this."

Jamie shook his head, the action so final it felt like the end of the world. His expression was full of frustration, exhaustion, and a cruel certainty.

"Kian, you're really suffocating me. I can't breathe around you anymore. I'm done pretending. This is over."

With that, he turned and walked out the door, the sound of the door slamming echoed through the small apartment, louder than the words that had preceded it.

Kian froze in place, staring at the space where his boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend, had just been. His heart pounded in his chest, the sharp sting of rejection cutting deeper with every passing second.

The finality of it hit him like a punch to the gut.

The walls of the apartment, once filled with warmth and laughter, now felt cold, sterile, as if every memory had been wiped away with Jamie's departure.

Kian's chest tightened painfully as he sank down onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. His breath came in ragged gasps, the ache in his throat unbearable. He had been holding on for so long, hoping, praying that things would get better. But now, it was over. The one person who had promised to love him, to be there for him, had walked away, leaving him shattered.

He sat there, numb, unable to process the whirlwind of emotions. Anger, grief, disbelief. They swirled inside him, a chaotic storm that left him gasping for air.

Kian stood abruptly, the room tilting slightly as the rush of adrenaline coursed through him. He grabbed his jacket from the arm of the couch, pulling it on roughly. He couldn't stay here. Not in this empty shell of what used to be his life. He needed to get out, to escape the suffocating pain threatening to choke him.

The cold night air slapped him in the face as he stepped out of the apartment building, but it did nothing to dull the agony burning in his chest.

The streets of New Albion were wet from the earlier rain, the city's neon lights reflecting in the puddles beneath his feet. It was a city that never slept, its dark underbelly always alive with danger, but tonight, Kian didn't care. Maybe he needed the chaos. Maybe he needed the threat of something worse than heartbreak to distract him from the pain.

Kain's feet moved of their own accord, taking him down the winding streets, past the familiar alleyways and rundown bars. He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care.

Every step felt like he was walking further from the life he once knew, from the love he had lost.

His pace quickened, his heart racing, but not from exertion. No, this was something else, a deep, gnawing emptiness that he couldn't escape.

Kain reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey he had grabbed on his way out of the apartment, unscrewing the cap with shaking hands. Without a second thought, he tipped it back, the burning liquid sliding down his throat, dulling the edges of his pain just enough to keep moving.

The alcohol coursed through his veins, making his head swim, but the ache in his chest remained. He staggered slightly, his thoughts growing foggy as the neon lights of the city blurred around him. The weight of everything, the loss, the loneliness, crashed down on him all at once.

"Why wasn't I enough?" he muttered to himself, his voice slurred and bitter. "Why… wasn't I enough?"

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