As he spoke those words filled with yearning and curiosity about new things, I gradually relaxed.
What would Martin think if he knew the very kind of creature he longed to see was right beside him?
However, I didn't dare tell him directly.
"What if I'm a vampire? What would you do?" I leaned closer to him and tentatively asked by his ear.
"Then turn me into one," Martin suddenly turned to look at me with an intense gaze that sent shivers down my spine.
"I don't have that ability," I chuckled lightly to brush it off.
"Just kidding," Martin held my hand and pulled me into his embrace.
Smiling faintly, a shadow of doubt settled in my heart—did Martin want to become a vampire?
But since he said it was just a joke and didn't press further on the topic, it faded away quietly between us.
Having been sheltered all my life without witnessing the darker side of humanity made me naive enough to believe that Martin wanted to become one of us out of love for me. Thus an idea began to take root within me. I wanted to become him.
