Lucian sits in his room with a dimly light coming from a flickering candle. He holds Selene's locket in his hand, his pale fingers tracing its intricate design. The air feels heavy, the room feels empty as if the whole house is filled with sorrow.

Lucian whispers "Selene, even after all these years, your face remains etched in my mind . And now ....... Her's"

He clenches the locket tightly. He turns his head looking outside the window. The memory of aveline at the gate flashes in his mind.

"Her presence is a curse,a cruel jest by fate. I vowed never to interfere with mortal lives again.And yet, she's here again , a mirror to my past that i tried to bury" whispers lucian.

Sighs and looks over the crumpled pile of papers and takes one of them. He smooths it out and reads the words out.

"Bound by time, shackled by loss

A love that withered beneath eternity's weight.

Her voice fades, a ghost among the shadows

Her laugh echoes - forever haunting"

His voice cracks , and he tosses the paper aside, rising abruptly. He strides to the window again , staring out into the misty night Aveline's face flickers in his mind, overlapping with Selene's

Lucian growls

"Why her? Why now?"

(The scene fades into a flashback.)

The flashback reveals Lucian as a mortal man, walking through a sun-drenched garden with Selene. She is radiant, her laughter filling the air. Lucian, younger and full of life, wears a soft smile that seems foreign to his present self.

Selene teases "You always look so serious, Lucian. It's as if the weight of the world rests on your shoulders."

Lucian speaks smiling "How can I not be serious, when you make me forget all reason? The world fades when I'm with you, Selene."

Selene laughs

"Such a poet, even in everyday life. One day, your words will be remembered for centuries."

She plucks a flower from the garden and tucks it behind his ear, stepping back to admire him.

Selene grins "There! Now you look less like a brooding philosopher and more like the man I love."

Lucian chuckles, pulling her into a gentle embrace. The golden light of the scene begins to dim as the memory shifts to something darker.

The once-vibrant garden is now shrouded in shadows. Lucian kneels on the ground, cradling Selene's lifeless body. Her once-luminous eyes are closed, and blood stains the front of her gown. Lucian's anguished cries pierce the silence.

Lucian screams "Selene! No, no... please!"

A figure emerges from the darkness-a pale, otherworldly being with a cold smile. This is Lucian's maker.

Vampiric Maker speaks calmly

"You loved her, didn't you? Love is such a fragile thing. Forms in a minute or months , shattered in seconds easily.

Lucian cries out , his tears were flowing like a river

"Bring her back! I'll do anything!"

Vampiric Maker smirks hearing to lucian plead

"Anything? Then take eternity, Lucian. But know this-eternity is a prison, and love will be your torment."

The vampire sinks their fangs into Lucian's neck. The scene fades as Lucian's screams echo into the present.

PRESENT DAY

Meanwhile, in town, Aveline sits in a cozy cafe, her notebook open in front of her. She jots down notes about the mysterious poet and his work, her mind racing with curiosity.

"There's something about his words... It's like he's lived through centuries of pain. Who is he, really? And why does he hide away in that mansion?"

She flips through the thin volume of poetry she found at the library, her eyes landing on a particularly haunting verse.

"Her voice, a melody lost to time,

Her touch, a phantom's caress.

Eternity beckons, a cruel mistress,

Yet I remain, her shadowed poet."

She shivers, glancing out the window toward the direction of the mansion. The fog rolling in seems almost alive, as if it's calling to her.

"I need to know his story. Maybe it's the writer in me, or maybe... maybe it's something more."

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Lucian's Choice

Back at the mansion, Lucian stands in front of a mirror in his dimly lit bedroom. His reflection is faint, almost ghostly. He stares at himself, his expression a mix of anger and sorrow.

"I swore never to interfere in mortal lives again. But she's already here, in my world. If I push her away, will that be enough? Or will fate find another way to torment me?"

He grips the edge of the mirror, his knuckles whitening. For the first time in centuries, he feels something stirring within him-a glimmer of hope, or perhaps dread.

"Aveline... if only you knew what danger you've brought upon yourself."

The camera lingers on Lucian's f

ace as he turns away from the mirror, stepping into the shadows.