Doubts:

November 2022, Ghost Beach, Brac Island.

For Patrick and Kira’s wedding, all precautions were taken, the main one being to ensure that the island was completely deserted.The good-natured Vlad had lent them his hotel on the Island of Brac, a highly coveted tourist destination due to the mysterious beach that appears and disappears with the tide, hence the name ghost beach.
—Will it hurt?- Kira asks, looking her future husband in the eye. Uncertainty is evident on his face.
— No love. It won't be painful at all, it will only take but a moment.- Patrick whispers.
The current Mégas of the vampires never believed that this moment would be so difficult. A whole year longing for the arrival of the appointed date, a whole year of suffering, of fighting against the fear of losing the woman who had made fall in love like a fool.
However, now, the big day had arrived. Patrick was more afraid than ever. What if something went wrong? What if Kira didn't wake up?
The girl took her lover's trembling hand in hers, and brought it to her lips.
—Everything will be fine, love. Calm down.- Kira whispered.
Patrick smiles and kisses her on the mouth, surrounding the body of his beloved in his arms, imprisoning her against his chest. Kira wrapped her arms around his neck and licked her fiancé's sensuous lips slowly.
— Love, if you continue like this... I’m...- Patrick panted.
— Yes?
The girl looks at him coquettishly, biting her lower lip.
—Can we? We have time.- she proposed.
Patrick grunted and carried her to the bed.
***
They were catching their breath between the pristine sheets, Kira raised her head on her hand, while resting her elbow on the mattress.
—I'm convinced that everything will be fine, love. - She whispered while leaning on her fiancé's chest.
—I'm scared. I have never done this. Whenever we found someone worthy, Alexandros was the one who converted them. Plus, there's that other reason I'm uncomfortable with this.
— You'll have to kill me.
—Yes.- he sobbed, sitting on the bed.- it is extremely painful to have to destroy your life, just because I don't want to lose you.
The young woman sat on the mattress next to him, leaned her head against the strong arm of her lover and then deposited a small kiss on his shoulder.
—I understand, but we have discussed this ad nauseum. It's time,Patrick. If you keep putting it off fear won't let you do it and you are many things... but not a coward.
The Mégas took the face of his beloved in his hands.
—Every day I am more convinced, undoubtedly you were made for me.
Kira smiled happily.
—How do we do this?-she asked.
Patrick got out of bed completely naked, went to the bottom drawer of the wardrobe and took out a knife.
Kira watched him with interest, her fiancé looked perfect, killer hot, she thought, biting her lower lip.
Patrick came back, sitting on the edge of the bed. He swept the edge of the knife quickly over his wrist and blood spurted out.
—Hurry up and drink, before the wound closes.
Kira obeyed, closing her lips over the warm, red substance, taking two deep swallows, then the skin closed, preventing her from drinking more.
—That will do.-Patrick murmured.
Kira watched him in amazement. The vampire's eyes were blacker than ever, they seemed like two bottomless abysses and his voice had become hoarse.
Patrick threw himself at her, kissing her, biting her lips desperately and whispering over and over how much he loved her. The moment the girl got lulled, her fiancé turned her head sharply, breaking her neck.
In the blink of an eye Kira Samaras was dead.

Author's note:
Thanks to my friend *Ernest on the beat, for the great idea of BRAC ISLAND, I HAD no idea IT EXISTED. jjjjjj