A long silence draws between us as Fangorn deliberates the matter, obviously deep in thought. Occasionally his eyes will flicker from blankly staring at the wall to the skinny looking girl who rocks herself on the bench, her state obviously deteriorating by the minute. Then his expression becomes pained and he looks away, fiddling with the daggers at his belt the way he always does when there is something on his mind. I don't think I have ever seen Fangorn give so much thought to something in my life.
Given what I have already told him about my own predicament, and the fate of the girl, I am a smidgen surprised that he has not made up his mind yet. Part of the reason I had brought Fangorn here was because he is vastly more sympathetic in his nature than me, or any other vampire for that matter. To me, bringing him here to turn her was the obvious choice- not only because he has a strong vampire blood in his system also.
