Tom's P.O.V

"I need help, hurry, help." Tom choked, tears streaming down his face and Y/N's dead body in his arms as he and his brothers rushed into their pack's house medical room. His parents looked up at him, their eyes widening as they saw her body.

"Oh, god, it didn't work." His mum gulped as Tom gently lay Y/N down onto the bed.

"How long's it been since you bit her, Tom?" His dad asked.

"I bit her at sunset, like I was supposed to. It's been hours, she should have come back by now." He choked, his eyes wavering as he held his hands behind his head. His parents exchanged worried looks and sighed, making more tears leave Tom's eyes. To say that Tom was freaking the fuck out was an understatement. Any good vampire knew that if someone had been turned, it would be at most half an hour before they woke up again, and a few hours before symptoms of them changing started to set in. But it had been six hours now, and Y/N still hadn't come back. She was actually dead.

"Please, we have to do something, we have to figure out how to get her back." He sobbed as he frantically looked at his brothers and Harrison for help. All of them just looked away from him, their tear-pricked eyes telling Tom that they didn't have the solution either. He looked at his parents.

"Mum, please, there's got to be something that we can do. Anything, I'm fucking begging you." He cried and shook his head.

"You bit her at sunset? You didn't drain her? You made sure that your fangs released the venom into her?" His mum checked.

"I did all of that, I made sure of it, because I knew that she'd die if I didn't. I can't lose her, mum, I can't!" He sobbed. She gulped and looked at his dad, making him sigh and look back at Tom.

"I'm so sorry, son, but sometimes, these things just happen. Sometimes, the process just doesn't work, and that's not because of anything that you failed to do, or did wrong. Some people just aren't meant to be turned, and it's sad that the only way to determine that is by them dying in the process. I'm sorry, Tom." He shook his head.

"Dad, please, there's got to be something-."

"Tom, you know that there isn't. She's dead, and she should have come back hours ago. There's nothing that we can do except wait a little longer to double check. But that's all that we can do now." He spoke gently. Tom shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he looked down at the love of his life, dead on a table. Even with her skin paled and crimson blood marking the side of her neck where he'd bitten her, she was still the most beautiful thing that Tom had ever seen in his three hundred years of life. He just couldn't believe that she was gone, and wasn't coming back.

"I killed her. I killed her, I fucking killed the love of my life." He choked as his legs started to feel weak.

"Woah, hey, you're okay." Harrison reassured, his best friend's arms wrapping around him to stop him from collapsing.

"You didn't kill her, Tom. She knew the risks, she knew that she might not come back, and you did everything right. I'm so sorry." Harrison mumbled, making Tom shake his head and squeeze his eyes shut as tears continued to roll down his face.

~One week later~

Tom walked into the medical room, his entire body drained at the same sight that he'd witnessed every day for a week. The sight of Y/N's body still dead on the table. He sighed, tears pricking his eyes once again as he walked into the room and sat down on the chair next to the table. Given the different incubation periods for different people once they'd been bitten, Tom's parents had agreed to hold Y/N's body in the medical room for two weeks after she'd first died. But now it had been a week, and the chances of her coming back were growing slimmer by the second. Tom gently took Y/N's hand into his, the coolness of her skin not enough to put him off touching her as he flicked his eyes up to her.

"Hey, love. It's, um...it's been a week, and you're still gone. Everyone thinks that you're truly gone now, but I don't want to believe it." He mumbled and shook his head, a tear leaving his eye as he looked at her.

"How can I believe it, though? I-I mean, only two weeks ago, we were laughing and dreaming about what our lives together for eternity would look like. We were talking about adopting abandoned vampire children, what the wedding would look like, what the house would look like, everything, I can't have talked to you about all of that, just for you to go." He cried as tears streamed down his face. He choked and looked down, his grip on Y/N's hand getting tighter as he desperately willed for her to suddenly open her eyes and start breathing again.

"I know that you're gone, sweetheart, I know that you were meant to be. But you were also meant to come back. I need you to come back, I can't live without you. I need for the venom to kick in and for you to sit up, I need you to squeeze my hand, I need you to do absolutely fucking anything that will tell me that you'll be okay." He sobbed, his entire body numb as he let the grief take over. If Tom was completely honest with himself, he knew that it hadn't worked. He knew that his Y/N was dead, and wasn't coming back like she was supposed to. But he had another week before his parents gave up, and so he'd use every prayer, every second to try and convince her to come back to him.

"Tom." He looked over his shoulder and sighed as Harry stood at the doorway.

"Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt." His brother mumbled as Tom quickly wiped his eyes.

"It's alright, you didn't know. What's up?" He asked. Harry sighed, his eyes wavering as he briefly looked at Y/N before looking back at Tom.

"I know that mum and dad said that you could keep her for another week, but they've decided to call it now." He admitted. Tom's eyes widened, and he knew that his heart would have dropped if it were still beating as he shot to his feet.

"What?! No, they can't do that. They said that I had another week, why are they suddenly changing their minds?" He scoffed.

"They've been talking to dynasties of other packs. They've talked to twenty other leaders, some of whom are over a thousand years old, and none of them have ever seen someone come back after a day, let alone a week. She's really gone, Tom." He stated. Tom's eyes wavered, the tears starting again as he shook his head.

"I don't care what other dynasties have experienced. My Y/N is a fighter, she's a survivor, she's going to pull through-."

"Look, Tom, I know that she was the most special person on the planet to you, I fully accept that, but you know that being a fighter has fuck all to do with if you survive being turned. I know that you're in a lot of pain right now and I understand, but it's as simple as that she wasn't physically strong enough to survive the turning. She couldn't hold on. I'm so sorry, but you need to start accepting that." He nodded. Tom stared at his brother vacantly, his body once again becoming numb with his words. Because maybe he was right. It didn't matter that she was special to him, it didn't matter that for as long as Tom had known her, she had been a survivor. All that mattered was that her body wasn't able to come back from the pain and venom that was a necessary part of the turning. Part of Tom knew that he needed to accept that, but the other part of him, the completely-in-love side of him, was saying that he was Y/N's last hope, and so he needed to fight for her. After all, the second that Y/N's body left the house, still dead or not, she was fucked without him.

"Let me talk to them, Harry. I know that they think that she's lost now, but I'm not giving up yet." He shook his head, making Harry sigh as Tom stormed towards the door.

"Tom-."

"No, Harry. We've been dead for three hundred years, and she's the first woman in that time that made me feel alive. I'm going to fight for her." He nodded before racing out of the room.

Y/N's P.O.V

My eyes shot open, a gasp leaving my lips as my body surged back into life. My back arched slightly off of the table, my head pressing against the cool metal as I slowly regained feeling. I stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, my body in shock as I tried to process what had happened. I didn't know where I was, I didn't know what was going on. The last thing that I could remember was Tom biting me on the beach. And now, I didn't have a heartbeat.

"Holy shit." I gulped, my body tingling as I propped my upper body up onto my elbows and looked down myself. Nothing had changed, my body was still intact, the only thing slightly different was that my skin was paler. And that was explainable by the fact that I was now officially dead. I looked up at the door as it opened, a sigh of relief leaving my lips as Harrison walked into the room on his phone.

"Haz-."

"SHIT!" His head shot up as I spoke, his eyes widening, his mouth falling open and his phone dropping from his hand as he saw me.

"Oh my fucking god...you came back, you actually came back." He gulped as he rushed to my side.

"What do you mean I came back? That was the plan." I scoffed and winced as I tried to ease myself up more.

"Don't move, your body has only just come back. I know that that was the plan, but you've been dead for a week. You're officially the first vampire in known history to have still come back after a week of being dead." He nodded. My eyes widened.

"What?! I was dead for a week?!" I exclaimed.

"For context, normally people come back after only half an hour. So, yeah. We were pretty much certain by now that you weren't coming back. Needless to say, though, I'm glad that you did." He smiled, making me gulp and chuckle nervously as I tried to process what he was telling me.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom aimlessly wandered the forest around the pack's house, the necks of the birds that he had killed for food in his hand as he tried to distract himself from his situation. He knew that he wouldn't be able to convince his parents to keep Y/N for another week, especially as he was now also convinced that she was truly gone. As much as it hurt, that was the truth now. And there was nothing that he could do to change that. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up, his eyebrows furrowing as Sam raced towards him.

"TOM! TOM!" His brother yelled as he sprinted towards him.

"What's wrong, what's happened?" He gulped.

"It's better that you see for yourself. Come on, you need to come now." He nodded, making Tom's eyes widen. There could only be one thing that was so urgent, and it would have made his heart jump in hope if it was still beating. He dropped the birds and started to follow Sam, both of them breaking into a sprint as they ran back towards the house.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sat on the edge of the metal table, my head tilted to give Harrison access to my neck as he gently cleaned the dried blood off of where Tom had bitten me.

"So, the bad news is that because you're now dead, the wounds won't heal up and close. The good news is that, well, because you're now dead, they won't get infected or bleed anymore. So, you just live with them." He shrugged.

"I can do that." I chuckled, making him smile as he continued to use the wet cloth to wipe the crimson liquid from my skin. Suddenly, the door flew open, making my eyes widen as Tom ran into the room. He looked at me with an equally wide gaze, his eyes wavering and a choke leaving his lips as he saw me.

"Y/N, oh my god." He choked as he rushed towards me. His arms flew around me, me returning the hug immediately as we started to cry into each other's shoulders. I held onto Tom for dear life, my hands gently stroking his hair as his arms clung onto my waist.

"You were dead for a week, I thought that you were really gone. I thought that I'd killed you." He sobbed into my shoulder.

"You didn't, Tommy, I'm okay. I'm back, I came back to you." I reassured as I pulled away from him, but only enough to look at him as I cupped his face. He choked and shook his head before leaning in and pressing our lips together. I returned the kiss, our tears making it slightly salty as I held his face and his hands held my waist. He broke the kiss and touched our foreheads.

"I'm never letting you go again, sweetheart. We're going to get married, adopt loads of vampire kids, and then live in the middle of nowhere so that I can protect you from everything and never let you out of my sight again." He shook his head, making me laugh and bite my lip as I played with the curls at the nape of his neck.

"Sounds like the perfect eternity to me." I smiled. He returned it and bit his lip before leaning in and kissing me again.

~Fifty years later~

I sprinted through the forest, my breath exploding into the air as leaves and twigs crunched underneath my boots. I had to get back to the cabin, I couldn't let myself be beaten. I wouldn't see another day if I did. Suddenly, I heard his footsteps racing behind me, making my eyes widen as I pushed myself to speed up. But I still wasn't fast enough. I yelped out, my body being pinned against a tree with a hand around my neck before I knew it.

"For fucks' sake." I groaned, making Tom smirk at me as he leant in closer.

"You lose. Making it your turn to catch dinner tonight." My husband teased as he hovered his lips over mine.

"This still isn't fair. You have three hundred years on me, of course you're a faster runner." I grumbled.

"You should stop making bets that you can win then, sweetheart." He smirked, making me return it as he leant down and started to kiss the bit of my neck that wasn't being held by his hand.

"Daddy!" My eyes shot open, Tom quickly pulling away from me as we heard Esme's voice. I looked over Tom's shoulder and smiled at Leo, Oliver, Esme and Charlotte as they ran towards us.

"Aw, you found us! I think that that's the quickest game of hide and cheek that we've ever played." Tom chuckled as he picked Esme up. I looked at him.

"You told our children that we were playing hide and seek, when they were meant to be practicing their hunting?" I scoffed.

"I wanted some alone time with you." He shrugged, making me chuckle and shake my head as I picked Oliver up too. The six of us started to walk head to the cabin, the same routine that we'd had every day since we'd first adopted Leo, ten years ago. We lived a simple life, Tom and I were married and had adopted our own children like we always said that we would, our little family being raised for eternity in a cabin in the forest that Tom had built. It was perfect and we loved it, which was good considering that this was what it would be like forever. And I couldn't wait.