They didn't sleep that night. Lyanna sat on the edge of the bed, and Azrael stood by the window, staring out at the darkness.
Finally, Lyanna asked the question that had been haunting her since she heard Elise's cruel words about aging and death.
"I'm just asking….you know…just want to know if you turn me? Make me a vampire like you?"
Azrael froze for a few seconds. Then he turned and looked at her.
"Turning is dangerous. One in three humans dies during the transformation. Their bodies can't handle the change." He walked towards her, looking into her eyes. "Those who survive become volatile and bloodthirsty for the first year, sometimes longer. The hunger is impossible to control. You'd be unrecognizable to yourself. You might kill innocents, might slaughter people you care about because the blood lust dominates everything." He was actually concerned. "Is that what you want?
"No but what's the alternative? We stay married, I age while you remain the same, and eventually I die?"
