“Why won’t you turn me?” You asked Alejandro while the two of you laid in bed.

You’d been with the vampire for years—you had visibly aged while Alejandro was just as handsome as the day you met him.

He sighed, his fingers running through your soft hair. He had been dreading this question. He knew he couldn’t just brush it off with a non-answer—he had to be honest with you.

“It’s a curse, mi muñeca.” He replied with a frown, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.