"So, are you gonna give me the hint yet?" I asked Ethan.

"No, not yet," he responded.

"Could you give me one hint?"

"It's a very special place. You're gonna love it."

"All right." I said to myself.

Well, we just got on a few planes through the United States. Either way it was still nighttime.

I had no idea where we were going. It could be a honeymoon suite in a honeymoon suite in a Las Vegas hotel/casino. Maybe it's in California near the beach. Maybe it's in Florida or New York.

It doesn't matter where it is, as long as I'm with Ethan. He did tell me I was going to love it.

We were on one last plane. It was across the ocean. So it must be out of the country. Seems interesting.

Once the plane landed, it was like close to dawn. As Ethan and I walked off the plane, a bunch of hoola girls placed leis around our necks.

"Hawaii?" I shrieked. "We're in Hawaii?!"

"Yes, I knew you always wanted to go there," he said to me.

"I've been wanting to come here all my life!"

We took a taxi somewhere. It was near the beach. We stopped near a beach house. It looked beautiful.

"Ethan," I gasped.

"It's Grandma Weir's beach house," he answered. "It's Benny's grandpa's gift to Grandma on their honeymoon. She let me borrow it."

I removed my black high heels, and held them in one hand and held my suitcase in another hand. Ethan carried the other two suitcases.

When we got to the front door, Ethan opened it and led me in.

Inside of the beach house was first a living room. It was all white with a big white couch. There was a giant flat screen with hundreds of DVDs.

"Wow," I gasped.

"Wait 'til you see our bedroom." said Ethan.

Oh, my God. Our bedroom.

I followed my husband to our bedroom. Once I saw our bedroom, my eyes lit up.

The bedroom was all white with wooden walls. There were those window slide doors with white curtains. It was completely beautiful.

"Ethan, I love it," I said.

My suitcase fell out of my hand. I was too busy gazing fascinatingly at the room.

Ethan came up from behind and picked me up in his arms. We both smiled and laughed. He spun round as we kissed.

After we stopped, Ethan put me down.

"I'm a bit nervous," I said to him. "This is my first time." I felt embarrassed.

"It's mine too, love," he said. "I'm gonna go to the living room and start the fire in the fireplace, okay?"

"Mmm. Very romantic. Just give a few minutes to get ready."

"Okay. Don't keep me waiting, Mrs. Morgan."

"Not a problem, Mr. Morgan."

Ethan left the room. I grabbed my suitcase and threw it on the bed. Quickly, I unzipped it and opened it.

In the suitcase were unfamiliar, folded up clothes. Mostly lingerie. I checked the tags. They were like in French or something. Too much pink and purple. None of these bras, panties, nightgowns, and clothes were even mine.

"Damn it, Erica," I yelled as I threw the clothes in my hand on the floor.

I stomped towards the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror.

Ugh! I look hideous. I washed the makeup off my face. There. I want to look naturally beautiful.

My enhanced eyesight showed me what Ethan was doing.

He lit the fire in the fireplace. It was warm and gave me some goosebumps. Ethan then checked himself in the mirror. He was fixing his hair and checking his teeth. Then, Ethan searched in the draws for something. He found a little spray bottle and sprayed it into his mouth. Suddenly, he was coughing and choking.

"Not breath spray," he gagged.

I giggled a little. This needs to be perfect.

Instantly, I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, and starting brushing my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I rinsed with mouthwash. Then, I put some deodorant on and perfume.

First of all, Erica owes me big time for this. Second of all, this is so frightening for me.

"Don't be a wimp," I said to myself.

I just left my black dress on and waited in the hallway. I took deep breaths before I walked into the living room.

The fire was lit and there was broken glass on the floor. Ethan kneeled down and began to clean up the mess. I looked at him. I cleared my throat.

He looked up and saw me. "Hey," he said. "Sorry, I broke one of the wine glasses."

"One little touch and it broke?"

"Exactly."

We both sat on the floor in front of the fireplace.

"Cheers for the vampire of my dreams," he said. We clanged our glasses together. Both of us swallowed our wine in a split second.

"Hold on," I said. "I have a present for you."

I ran to the bedroom and took his present out of my suitcase. I came back and hid Ethan's present behind my back.

"What is it?"

"Just a little vampire present." I revealed the present. "Surprise!"

Ethan then threw himself at the wall. I didn't think he would be that shocked of his present, which was a pint of donated human blood.

"Sarah," he said.

"You said you would become a full vampire if I marry you. Well, we're married now."

"Oh, God." He gasped. Ethan held his breath in.

"Ethan, just one little sip and it'll be over with. You won't have to deal with anymore. Just stay with the vegetarian diet for the—"

"I can't do it. Sarah, I-I just can't do it. I can't!"

"I know you can. Ethan, be who you were born to be: a vampire."

My husband took me a step toward me.

"One step closer," I mumbled.

He stepped closer and closer. His eyes were locked on me, but they kept wanting to take a look at the blood in my hands.

"One step closer." I mumbled again.

Once he was facing me, I handed Ethan the bag of blood. He gently unseals the bag of blood and sniffed it. He licked his lips. The scent of the blood made me licked my lips as well.

"One, two," he breathed"…three." Ethan scarfed the crimson liquid down his throat until it was all gone.

The bag fell out of his hands. He look at me happily and satisfied.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Reborn."

Ethan picked me up in his arms and we started making out. He then fell to his knees.

We were on the floor in front of the fire. I was on top of Ethan. I ripped his button-up shirt open to reveal his chest. Then, he ripped the back of my dress open.

"Oh, Ethan."