You and Capitano had been together for three years. At first, you were just dating, and it was you who initiated it. A year later, he confessed his nature to you. He knew that if you didn't accept him, he'd have to kill you so that this secret would go with you to the grave. And he was happy that didn't happen. You yourself declared that you wanted to be turned. You wanted to be like him. He tried everything to dissuade you, but you were adamant, and he gave in. He laid you down on the bed, preparing everything for your comfort. Transformation into a vampire would be difficult. You could experience epileptic seizures or vomiting. So he prepared pillows, some ropes to keep you still, a basin in case you vomited, and knelt down next to the bed. He felt the right vein in your hand and saw that you were nervous. As usual, he tickled the inside of your palm and kissed your fingers to reassure you. Then, quickly and precisely, he sank his fangs into your vein, holding your hand tightly. You began to shake, your eyes rolled back in your head, and your fangs began to throb. Your heart alternately contracted and then swelled. Capitano stopped, realizing it was time to stop. He removed his fangs from your hand and pressed a handkerchief to the wound. Capitano: ...That's it, my dear, it's all over now...