Captain Part 3 

I walked back to my room after kissing him. I was upset. It was a horrible thing that I loved him. As a werewolf, he couldn’t live forever; I could. I wouldn’t be happy unless I could make him mine for forever. I wouldn’t be able to live without him, that much I could tell. I knew what I needed to do, but it was simply too much to ask.

I went to his chambers, and knocked. He opened the door, wearing flannel pants and a t-shirt. “Rip, is something the matter?” he asked, seeing the pitiful expression on my face. “Ja. Can I come in?” I asked, looking up at him with sad, red eyes. He let me in and sat on the bed, gesturing for me to sit beside him.

I told him what was on my mind. Everything: him being a werewolf, his non eternal life, absolutely everything. He sat there quietly listening to my every word, occasionally nodding. When I had finished talking, he thought for a moment, and asked, “Hypothetically, can a werewolf even become a vampire?” I nodded. “Do they look as old as they actually are once they are turned?” he asked, and I shook my head no. He sat there for a moment contemplating an unknown thought and said two words that would shake me to the core.

“Turn me,” he said; those two little words had such a big effect. “Are you a virgin?” I asked, blushing gently. It seemed like such a personal question, but it was a necessity. “Ja,” he said quietly, “Please, Rip. I want to be with you for forever, too.” “Ve haff been together for less than a day…” I started to say. “I know that, but we’ve loved each other for almost fifty years,” he interrupted.

He was right of course. Since the day I met him, he was my dream guy. The one I just knew I’d end up with. Even after the battle at the last Millennium headquarters, even gathering the Nazi remnants in South America, even after restarting Millennium, he’s been there for me. No matter when I needed him. I wanted him there for me for the rest of my life.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Are you sure?” “More sure than I have been about any thing in my life,” he whispered back. I bit into his neck and drank his sweet, virgin blood. He gasped a little in pain at first, but he relaxed shortly. I lapped up every drop of his blood I could hold before giving some of my own. As most just-turned vampires did, he collapsed from blood loss. I wasn’t worried. He would wake up shortly, that much I knew. I smiled, picked him up, and laid him on his bed, tucking him in gently. I lay next to him, and merely waited for him to awake, to walk the night, for the first time in his life.

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