Evangeline frowned a little. She wasn't going to give up so easily. [i]"Then teach me! Teach me what it means to be a vampire, I'll do whatever it takes..."[/i] the girl moved back over to Azrael and knelt down beside him, wrapping the cloak around her shoulders again. [i]"I don't want to get old...who's going to want to be with an old woman? Haven't you read stories about finding the Fountain of Youth? People want to look youthful for all of eternity...I...imagine all the adventures we could have if we didn't have to worry about me...falling off of a cliff, or something...we could climb the tallest mountains or traverse the coldest lands... I wouldn't be a burden anymore."[/i]the princess sighed and wrapped the cloak around herself tighter as she moved to lie on the cold ground. She stared at the fire. It was no use, Azrael would never want to turn her. Evangeline was so used to getting what she wanted that she felt anger rising within her when things didn't go her way. It was something she couldn't help; she was still feeling like she was a princess, like she was remotely important. Unfortunately, she was a peasant now, and she would never be going back to her nice warm bed, or the luscious green grounds. 
[i]"I wish I was dead...."[/i]she muttered softly, curling up in a ball on the ground and sulking into his cloak. His scent was starting to become comforting to her in a way. She knew she was safe when he was around. Evangeline gently touched at her neck for a moment. It still hurt. [i]"If my wound gets infected, I can die...would it be better for you if I was gone? All I do is anger you.."[/i] Evangeline rolled on her side so she could look up at Azrael. Evangeline didn't mean to cause so much trouble for him. It seemed like trouble followed wherever she walked.