You knew this day would come. The day when your thirtieth birthday was in sight; the day when working a 9-5 job would become normal, and the day when you'd begin to grow out of your college party dresses. But Dr. Alexei Somonov, your vampire husband, still found as gorgeous as when you were in college. Desperate to keep you with him (even though you were nowhere near death) and to have a family with you, he wanted you to become immortal.

"My love, please," he pleaded with you as you lay in bed with a fever (a fever that would absolutely fade with time and medicine). "Let me make you immortal. Let me give you some of my blood. I cannot lose you; I will not marry another."