Vail made a very good point that the vampires had always been more secretive. It was true humans either fled in terror or died at their hands or vice versa if the humans belonged to The Order. No wonder Peter didn’t trust her, she was an oddity. Not scared of Vail nor wanting him dead. All she ever wanted from the beginning was to get to know the mysterious man who came to her birthday party and danced with her. Vampire or not. When it transpired that he was, she still wasn’t scared because of her father’s line of work, she knew tricks of the trade here and there from his journals. And knew how to use her blood as their weakness. She always knew she was on borrowed time and wouldn’t last long in a normal life. If she hadn’t wanted to join The Order maybe she could have led a normal life. But normal was not for her. She wasn’t a normal human. She was a vampire’s dream. As Vail found out. No matter where she went, who she ended up with, she could never lead a normal life. She had a permanent target on her back. 

As he began to read aloud more of the transcript, she noted how his eyes furrowed and looked perplexed at the images before him. She listened intently on every word he spoke in his translation. Her eyes widened when he read the sentence that the vampires had discovered a way to turn mortals with their bite. But the question remained – did they turn willing humans or select innocent, unsuspecting humans whomever they desired to enter their ranks? This particular author’s turning of three mortals had initially been his prey. Happening upon them as he so desired. But what did he mean by those who were unique? Did he meant people like….her? Or people who were the exact opposite or even too ill to feed from? 

And then it came – the catch. She knew it was too good to be true. There [i]may[/i] be a chance that a human would be reborn. And it would take a week. “Up to a week?!” She remarked in repetition. And then the final crushing blow…only around half of them seemed to survive. She sighed audibly loud and felt deflated as she leaned against Vail more heavily. “No…it does not sound very promising.” She would have to risk death to become immortal. At first she was willing to go through it but now she knew there was a chance it wouldn’t work…that was a different matter. As much as Vail wanted to turn her and make her part of the Hygrace clan…she knew he would be reluctant to do so.

Still, it was a blessing in disguise. She didn’t have to be turned and suffer their unquenchable thirst for blood. How could she get over her blood phobia if she couldn’t stand the sight of it? It was unheard of for a vampire to be fearful of the very substance that kept them alive. She would be an outcast even as a vampire, just as she was an outcast as a human for being a vampire lover. She was stuck in the middle. “So…if I die…then you have a chance to turn me into your kind. Would that not mean I would then have your DNA flowing through my veins? Would it not mean…I would be related to you?” She wondered aloud as she curled up against Vail and turned on her side to face him, nestling her head further into his neck. She took in his scantly aroma and his masculine pheromones, though she couldn’t sense them as strongly as he could hers. If she were to become related to him, that would become a problem for them to have vampire children. And she had no idea of the possibility of a half vampire being possible between a human and vampire like her secret half-brother that lived somewhere out there. It was a dilemma. Either they wait until she is dying to give her a 50% chance of a second life, by which time Vail would have been disowned by his father for taking a human wife. Or the other option was to risk it and die young. Choices…choices. Time ran against her as a human, in both life and the Hygrace manor. But once she was a vampire, the Wynters could not touch her again. She yawned as she now fought against the enemy of fatigue.