October 31st. Halloween. The one night a year where the little ones wander about, wearing ridiculous exaggerated costumes and dragging along pillowcases full of candies.

At least, that’s the mortals version.

For those of us who are immortal, it means that for 24 hours the veil between the worlds simply thins. Every task becomes just a little bit easier and a little bit more effective.

I spend my Halloween’s stocking up on blood supply, having perfected my method to store the liquid in my basements refrigerators so I don’t have to properly hunt as often throughout the rest of the year.

You’d be very surprised how much of a hassle it is to simply get a snack in the middle of April. Can’t exactly run to the market, can I?

However, this year I’ve got different…priorities.

I want to turn you into a vampire.

We’ve been dating for three years, and they’ve been the most extraordinary years of my entire life. Which says a lot, considering I’m 2,400 years old. But before you, I didn’t know what I was missing in life. All I did was lock myself in my hidden manor during the day, then spend my evenings either flying around the city skyline or attending ridiculously fancy dinners organized by my snooty 7,000 year old relatives. I avoided human contact at all costs, unless it was for my own thirst. I trusted no one and I certainly trusted no mortal.

Honestly, I still don’t trust any of them. Except for you. You’ve always been remarkably understanding of my different lifestyle. But most importantly?

You don’t see me as some monster.

I’ve learned a lot of things during the past few centuries. One of those things is that love is not an easy thing to find. When you’re a vampire who will live substantially longer than the human race? Your romantic options are pretty limited, unless it’s with another vampire. But every vampire I know is either some amateur who wants to be the Lord of all vampires, or it’s some old hag who doesn’t even have any fangs left.

The point is that I realized I can’t waste any more time, and I don’t want to get attached to you just to watch you grow old without me.

I want to live the rest of my nights with you. I want to fly to the top of Big Ben with you and watch the stars. I want to hold you and love you and not have to worry about ever losing you.

I want to turn you, and the most effective way of doing that is if I turn you tonight. On Halloween.

Now I just have to actually convince you.

Simple.

I’m currently leaning against the archway of my large kitchen, watching intently as you hum along to some song on the radio and whip up your cupcake batter. I was hesitant on having you out of the house tonight (I don’t know what other creatures are roaming around), so you made plans with your girlfriends for tomorrow night instead.

You said something about watching scary movies and baking blood themed desserts? Not sure what mortal world’s obsession is with spooky stuff, but whatever my girl wants, she gets.

I sigh under my breath as I remember my plan.

“Hey,” I start, clearing my throat. “You have a moment, my love?”