Yours? (MxM)

Chapter Thirty-Five: Come Again?

Alistair
I nearly choked on my piping hot coffee when the dhampir said those eleven words.

That's why I want you to make me a full-blooded vampire.

It seemed like time stopped as we stared at each other, Camden on the verge of tears and blushed to his pretty neck.

"Alistair," he murmured, scratching at his arms nervously. "What do you think?"

I cleared my throat, staring at my coffee. "What do I think," I took in a deep breath. "I think it's not a good idea. Do you have any idea what it's like to be a vampire? Living night to night, feasting on blood? Watching friends and family die?" My voice cracked at the thought of the death of my siblings.

"Alistair--" I shook my head. "No. I refuse. I want you to live your youth. Enjoy your life as it is now, and when I feel you're ready, I'll turn you."

I barely looked him in the eye as I stood up and dumped out my coffee. "I need space, I'll be in the bedroom." I dropped a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, but I can't do that to you."

I ascended the steps not looking back, my eyes watering. I know he wants it, and I'm glad he asked me instead of letting some other dude have that intimate of a relationship of him, of Sire and newblood. I flopped down on the bed in defeat, rubbing my face.

"Who would've thought?" I whispered to the gray cat sleeping next to me. "And at such a young age...he should ne counting his stars for not being a vampire yet." I stroked his soft fur, thinking of what I would've done if I wasn't turned.

I probably would've had a farm, laden with animals. A wife and children. Got to say goodbye to my parents, my siblings, my children and widow. Die from some disease taking over the country.

Would I have enjoyed that life? A humble farmer, supporting his family?

Or was being given the 'gift' a good thing? It brought Camden and I together, sure, and I got to watch years pass by and technology advance so rapidly. I have seen wars brutalize and ravage countries and its peoples.

If I changed Camden, he would have to go through all that. He would have to watch as every human he cared about, his employees, his cat, die. He'd have to witness extreme violence, and try to fight for the cause. He would have to watch the world he knew and love evolve.

Maybe he would love it. Maybe he would enjoy watching the world age around him as he stayed effortlessly young, beautiful and rich, a dream never come true for most of us.

There's no way in the seven layers of hell I'll turn him today or tomorrow, but maybe soon.

Maybe eternal life will be his wedding gift.