He loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her. Bryan couldn't get the thought out of his head. He didn't know how he had let himself become attracted to someone like her, she was his complete opposite, but still,- he loved her. He had never felt this feeling before. Rip had fallen asleep in his arms, her soft, cool body huddled to his for warmth. He didn't care what she had been through, he didn't care what had happened to her, all that mattered to him, was that she was his—at least for now. He wanted to protect her, keep her from harm, he wanted to be with her forever.
Rip startled in his arms. "Are you okay love?" he asked.
"what did you just say?"
"I asked if you were allright."
"No, what was the other thing?"
"Love?"
"Yes, why did you say that?"
"Why not?" Bryan asked her.
"Do you mean it?" Rip asked looking up at him with wide dull eyes. He placed a hand on her soft hair,
"Yes, I do." Rip's eyes began to tear and water, the tears flowed down her cheeks. "I love you." He said.
"Do you mean it?" she asked.
"Yes, I do. I love you." She snuggled her head against his chest. They sat in silence for a few moments. Then Rip leaned up and kissed him, she felt a hotness on her cheeks, she had never had this feeling before, in her heart she knew what it was. Love. She was loved.
"Rip" Bryan began "turn me into a vampire like yourself."
"No, I won't."
"Why not?"
"I wouldn't wish this on anyone, not even my worse enemy."
"Why." Bryan asked again.
"Because if something happened, or if you fell out of love, you'd be stuck living an eternity, and that's something that you don't want. You don't want to have to watch lovers die, year after year, decade after decade. You don't want to be stuck in a body that should've died long ago."
"Turn me and you won't ever have to lose another lover."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am totally sure."
Rip leaned his neck back and felt for the artery in his throat, it pulsed methodically against her fingers. She shook a bit, before pressing her cool lips to his throat. She drove her fangs into Bryan's neck. He shuddered and gasped for a second. She didn't much like the taste of blood, but his tasted different—there was a touch of honey to it, a bitter sweetness. She pulled back and as he lay dying before her, she grabbed a shard of the coffee cup and slit open her right wrist. Rip pressed her bleeding wrist to Bryan's lips. Dizzily he drank, and the world slowly bled into focus again. He felt like he was dying,--then he remembered- he was dying. The soft suckling on his neck was so erotic- it made him hard. A raspy, low moan escaped his lips. His chest rose and fell. Bryan wrapped his arm around Rip's neck letting her bite a little deeper. Then she pulled away, never spilling a drop of blood on the floor. He pulled back and closed his eyes, he was fatigued. His sleep lasted three hours. When he woke up Rip was washing his face with a cool, cloth. Her face looked worried. "Is it over?" he asked.
"Yes, it's all over." Bryan kissed her. Her face was red, she had been crying.
"Promise me you'll love me forever."