Impasse

Yolie:
Today is July 10th and it's ironic. On a day like today more than two thousand years ago, Alexandros, the Macedonian conqueror, the Hegemon of Greece, the great King of Media and Persia, died.
And tonight Alexander Philipides, Mégas of the vampires, will disappear.
Alex is in his office, making Zoom video calls with the members of his coven, he is updating them on the turn that the situation with Jeanne took and has made the other traitor within their ranks known.
It was Cleo.
I already had my suspicions, because Jeanne used the word "witchy" referring to me, exactly as Cleopatra did, and when the soldiers apprehended the three intruders, among Jeanne's belongings an iPhone with incriminating evidence was seized. More specifically,they found text messages between her and Cleo, in the latter, the egiptian told Jeanne nothing more and nothing less than our exact location.
Alex was furious when he discovered who the traitor really was, I had first suspected Marié, since Jeanne threatened her once, I thought she had betrayed us out of fear that the crazy wlvampire would make little Lui suffer.
This afternoon I went to chat with Kira, Patrick had moved her to another room on the second floor, I made her a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches and carried them up, I needed to apologize to her. No matter how I look at it, she was kidnapped because of me. The girl was suspicious and downright terrified in my presence, and I don't blame her. She witnessed part of my confrontation with Jeanne and it scared her quite a bit.
Alex and Patrick went out to patrol the Island for one last time, they want to be completely sure that Jeanne didn't bring more of her friends and left them hidden somewhere.
Anyway, I've taken advantage of the solitude to prepare a good grilled steak and some French fries, since I have to cast a powerful spell that could well kill me ... if I'm to die at least I'll do so with a full stomach.
I've also lit candles all over the Villa's first floor. They give the place a mysterious glow and what we are going to try a mystical touch.
It is already ten at night, Alex and Patrick have returned, the former has gone to take a bath and the latter to check on his guest.
At 11:30 pm things rush a little bit.
Patrick descends the stairs slowly.
—How is she? - I ask him about Kira.
—She took a pill and fell asleep. She is still a bit shaken, and has a few bruises that will take time to go away, but she'll be fine.
—Glad to hear it.
Alex comes down the stairs too, fully dressed in white, in the style I've always seen him wear. The rosary sparkles around his neck, visible under his half-unbuttoned shirt.
—Is everything ready? - He asks.
—Yes. - I answer.
—My Lord, please... reconsider. - Patrick begs.
—I have thought about it ad nauseam and I am determined old friend. - Alex places his arm on Patrick's shoulder and he repeats the action. They put their foreheads together and stay like that for a few minutes.
Patrick's expression is resigned, Alex's is empty.
They part, Alex takes the rosary over his head and puts it on Patrick’s, the latter nods, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

*Oh, oh. This smells like a last setup.*

Alex and I are left alone. He is recently bathed and barefoot. In another time he would have seemed divine to me.
—Don't hate me, mikrí mou magissa.-Alex whispers, looking at me over the glow of the candles.
—I don’t. - I answer automatically.
He sighs and materializes closer to me, wraping me in his arms and taking my mouth without giving me time to protest. I don't move, I don't fight to get away, but I don't even kiss him back.
—Don't be so cruel to me, little one. - He begs against my lips. -Since I have to leave the world of the living, say farewell to me properly.
— Do you want me to say a few words? After all this counts as your burial. - I answer dryly. Taking my eyes off him.
Alex groans, tangling the fingers of his hand in my hair, pulling on it and forcing me to look back at him.
—It would make me immensely happy to make love to you one last time, but since that's impossible I would settle for a kiss.-He begs, showing his fangs and caressing the skin of my chin with the tip of his nose.
I give him a quick peck and he laughs cynically.
—You're so spiteful, precious. - He caresses my hair.- Tell me ... will you miss me?
*Do you have to ask?*
—Mhhhh. I'll take that as a yes.-He hugs me tightly as if he fears I might disappear at any moment.
—Alex ... can we skip the drama? You'll have what you wanted, can we please...
—Forgive me.
—What?!
—Forgive me. For ordering your kidnapping, for bringing you here, for seducing you, for using you, for breaking your heart, for making you feel miserable ... Forgive me. - He sobs against the skin behind my ear.
—Alex...
—Forgive me, precious. Please, forgive me? You said you loved me. When we love, we forgives our loved one's misdeeds ... Don't we?- his eyes fill with tears and I swallow hard looking at him flustered.
—When the hell did I say that?
—When I took you in my arms and we got on the jet in Athens. You whispered it in my ear.
—I was asleep that doesn't count, that doesn’t...
—Little witch ... - he needs, a rear running down his check.
—What do you want my love Alex for? All you've done is bang me in the face with it and reject it. I firmly believe that true love isn’t finding someone to jump for me, but someone to jump with me. And you won't, you don't want to. Why do you want my forgiveness, Alex, when you can't even forgive yourself?
—After hurting your so much you will finally be free.-he murmurs. - Please, I'm bearing the weight of my mistakes, don't force me to die carrying this guilt has well. Don't hate me, precious, please. Forgive me?
He looks so in pain, so vulnerable... and he going away, permanently. I've organized everything to help him go. I bite my lip.
*Should I forgive him? Can I?*
I fill my lungs with air.
—Está bien, Alex. Te perdono.
He smiles sadly.
—Kiss Me? - He begs.
I roll my eyes. Putting my arms around his neck, kissing him. It is a soft kiss, loaded with tenderness. I tangle my fingers in his wet curls. I know this is a goodbye kiss, filled of all the love he awakened in me and that he never really wanted. I kiss him with all my soul, knowing that it is the last time.
—Are you happy now? - My voice trembles. At some point during our kiss I started crying. My cheeks are wet with tears. I dry them as fast as I can.
—Remember me. - He presses me against his body, digging his fingers into my hip’s skin. He looks desperately into my eyes. I can see his fear. He's scared, but I don't understand it.
The very fool isn't afraid of death. His greatest fear is that I might forget him.
—Remember me. - He repeats looking into my eyes. It isn't a request, it is an order.
Damn egocentric man!
He smiles.
— I won't forget you as long as I live, you idiot. -I sigh.
He kisses my forehead, I can feel him inhaling my scent.
He is so contradictory. If abandoning me torments him so much ... why doesn't he stay with me?
—Stay away from Vlad.
Oh, enough already, please!
—I will, I swear. Witch's word.
—Good. - He kisses my forehead again, moving away from me.
Patrick comes back, bringing the knife I brought up to my room a few nights ago.
It’s ten minutes to midnight.
We must begin.