“Hey Leona . . . can I bother you another favor . . . this one a bit, uh, extreme?” His voice pulled Leona out of her reverie. She turned her attention to him. “I still am feeling dizzy, even after the wound clotted up. Could I . . . perhaps . . . bite you?” Leona’s eyes widened. Then he showed his teeth, and she understood. “I understand if your answer is no-it’s an absurd, totally out-of-the-blue question from essentially a stranger. Additionally, becoming a vampire is life-changing to say the least.”
She met his eyes. Leona already had a bloodline, but she had to admit, becoming a hybrid sounded exciting. A vampire, too! That was interesting. Very, very interesting. Leona thought about it, then beamed. “I would love to! Anything to make you feel better, Kodlak.” Though in reality, she also would like to see if vampires were actually the bloodthirsty beasts some said they were. She was sure they weren’t; it just meant you had a taste for blood, was all. She was immediately thinking of the ways she could hunt down her prey. Did vampirism mean you could sense blood? Control it? Or was it just craving blood? Like how Leona sometimes craved goose? It was an exciting question. One she intended to answer. “Hit me up, Kodlak. I don’t mind!”

“No there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do; to make you feel my love.”