Christina was much more accepting of the knowledge about my true nature and name than I expected. At the time, the legends about vampires were scarce and portrayed us purely as monsters, not even remotely human. But Christina believed me instantly.
"I always knew there was something special about you, otherworldly. Even if you are a demon sent from Hell, I don't care. My heart is yours, Jean-Jacques," she said.
Her entire face shone with joy as Christina looked at me. A heartwarming sight, yet sorrowful as well, as I knew that whether she agrees to become a vampire, we were star-crossed. And on Christina it would be much harder than on me, as she wasn't yet used to the ways of immortals.
You see, while normally two vampires can't stay next to each other without having an urge to attack and chase away or kill what our instincts define as a rival, there's one exception. Two exceptions.
