“Here, some wine,” Castor said, as Aranth sat at his kitchen table.
“Thank you. So, can you help me?” the Basic replied and took the glass offered to him by the vampire.
“No one has ever done that before. To say it’s dangerous would be an understatement. And for what? For a human?” Castor replied.
“Don’t forget that you were once just like her. You were lucky to be turned,” Aranth reminded him.
“My change was a matter of circumstances, it came naturally. Besides, I didn’t ask for it. And you should know that when we turn, our human side remains dead, and the vampire one is born. What you are trying to do is perform the change, intentionally. That is what worries me, and that’s what is wrong in your plan. If she dies, and she becomes a vampire by a chance, like all of my kind did, then I would be fine with it. You want to turn her yourself. It doesn’t work that way,” the vampire said and sat next to Aranth. He too had a glass in his hand, only his was full of blood.
“There must be a way. Anything is possible, Castor. You said no one has done that. Maybe, no one has ever really attempted it. I’m ready, and willing to do whatever it takes. I have to save her,” the Basic said. Continue reading