"I want to go to England," I tell Barnabas the next night, the moment he wakes up. "And we're going. I don't know why you never showed me your home, where you come from, and I wish you would. I already bought our tickets. We leave in three days."

"My love, do not think that I kept you from my home due to lack of affection for you. I only avoided Liverpool because of the memories that exist for me there. Being cursed by the evil witch who craved my possession. The loss of my parents."

"Oh, Barnabas, I'm sorry, I'd forgotten, I'm so sorry! I can cancel the trip."

"Nonsense my dear, it our anniversary after all, we should celebrate in a place you think its important for you to be. I love you."

"I love you too."

On the night of our flight, it was funny to see Barnabas on a plane. Looking around wildly when the plane took off, and asking if the flight attendant could open the window. I suppose we could've sailed to England, but it would have been far less entertaining.

When we land in London, I take the driver's seat of our rented car and drove to the palace on the coast I had reserved. The large, 20,000 acre mansion was beautiful, historic, entirely something I knew Barnabas would love. Sure enough, when we walk through the doors, Barnabas immediately starts to run his hands across the craftsmanship of the walls and fireplace.

"This place is lovely, my dear," he tells me.

"I thought you'd approve," I smile and kiss him roughly. "What do you want to do first?"

"Well, as tomorrow is our anniversary, I have something to give you." Barnabas reaches into his suitcase and pulls out a beautiful emerald pendant. "It's real, a family heirloom, and it's also the color of your eyes, my love."

I gasp, and I turn the necklace over in my hands. Sure enough, "Collins" is inscribed on the back. Barnabas fastens it around my neck, and kisses my cheek.

"Thank you," I manage.

"It is nothing, my love. You are a Collins, and you deserve the very best.

Our anniversary was amazing. Without my knowing, Barnabas had scheduled for me to be pampered beyond my wildest dreams. All day I was getting manicures, pedicures, massages facials, and a new gift arrived every hour, flowers, candy, jewelry, even a new car. The sex we had that night, amazing. I truly thought Barnabas would plunge his teeth into my neck, but he didn't.

The next few days went smoothly. We spent our days in the confinement of our palace, and took every night tour, and booked tickets to every midnight performance, keeping Barnabas from the harmful sun. He seemed to be enjoying his self. Patiently, I awaited the moment he would finally change me into the vampire I desired so much to be.

On our twelfth day in England, I became viciously sick. I was throwing up, with a terrible headache, and nothing I ate or did could stop it. Barnabas called a 24-hour doctor o have me looked at.

"Mrs. Collins, Mr. Collins," the doctor beamed at us, "you're having a baby. Congratulations."