"Sorry."
The girl dusted her robe and sat down, breathing still a bit erratic. "I'm sorry as well. I should have been prepared."
"Prepared? Are there ways to deal with half vampires?"
It was night and the last I checked, garlic didn't work.
"No, I meant, I should have been prepared to offer my blood to you. After all, in order to bring out your full strength, you have to drink blood eventually. And yet, you were trying your best to hold the urges for my sake."
Was it me or was she under the wrong impression?
"If I'd bitten you, wouldn't you have become a vampire?"
I felt like a walking calamity for a second.
"Halves can't make vampires or followers, to my knowledge."
And yet, when she said that I felt at ease. 'What is this feeling?'
"Still, I'm sorry. That shouldn't have happened."
And- 'I'll make sure it doesn't.' Though I didn't quite know how.
Yeah, I was a half-vampire or something.
