"Kill me, Eli. Please." Agatha repeated weakly, holding his hands tightly and with the other she pushed a dagger into his trembling hands.
"You alone can save me from this pain and this darkness." She cried as she closed her eyes as another pain jolted through her body.
Elijah cried as he rested his head on hers. She was growing weaker and the pain was not letting up.
She shivered in pain as her eyes kept fluttering open and close. Looking up at Elijah wearily, she touched a hand on the wound on her chest and sighed.
"I don't have much time, Eli. Save me from becoming evil."
"What if there is a way to save you without you becoming evil?"
"There's... no escaping... this." She wet her lips as she looked in steadily at him. "It's either I die from your hands before being fully turned or I become your worst nightmare from dying from this wound."
