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stop me
from loving him. This is crazy. I will always love him.
    “You think that I wouldn’t love you if I was a vampire? That’s crazy talk; I
would love you no matter what. Please, make me like you!” Dalton hits the
steering wheel in frustration and I lose my patience with him. “Why are you so
against this?” Dalton lunges his arms into the air and he grabs me by both sides
of my face. His eyes are red and terrifying, his lips are white and he is in his
vampire form. He stares through me, shaking me as if he were trying to wake
me from a deep sleep.
“I don’t want you to go through the same pain as I have!” Dalton shouts.
    “You have read my mind; you know how much I love you. How much I care
and want you. You know that I would always love you. So forgive me if I don’t
buy your lame excuse!”
    “Yes I have read your mind, but I have also read the mind of every innocent
person that I have killed. Those thoughts haunt me and I don’t want you to
experience the pain or the guilt that I have suffered, every day of my existence.”
Of course it never occurred to me –Dalton has read the minds of all of his
victims –could I handle that if I was a vampire? Maybe Dalton is right, maybe I
shouldn’t want to be a vampire. What if it is a curse and you don’t know the
extent of its force until you’re one of them? Turning into a vampire is forever,
but living without Dalton would be a nightmare. I couldn’t get out of bed every
day, knowing that he wasn’t there. Nothing would matter without him and my
life would be over. As much of a risk turning into a vampire would be, it would
be worth it, if I got to spend an eternity with him.
“I never thought of it that way, but Dalton, I love you.” I say as I gently stroke
his cold cheek. He gives into my touch for a few seconds and then he lifts my
hand away from his skin. He positions himself back into his driving position
and he starts the engine. The car roars and Dalton signals and then slams his
foot down onto the gas pedal. The car lunges forward and I stick to the seat
from the sudden acceleration. We sit in silence, for a few moments and then
Dalton surprises me, when he grabs my arm and rests our clasped hands on the
armrest. His breathing is slow and heavy and I almost think that he is going to
pounce on me. But my thoughts are wrong as he locks his eyes on mine. They
are a deep shade of blue, playful and intense.
    “You hungry,” Dalton asks as he points at the sign for the next food exit. I
didn’t really eat this morning, just nibbled on an apple and drank about a gallon
of coffee. I push my loose hair away from my face as I reply.
    “A little, are you?” I instantly regret my question –of course he’s hungry. He is
a vampire –aren’t they always hungry for blood? Dalton takes the food exit and
we turn into the truck stop. There is a gas station and several fast food chains.
The parking lot is busy and almost every car is overfilled and sporting some
type of Red Sox memorabilia. Children are running riot, screaming and
playfully fighting with each other. I smile at the kids as Dalton pulls the car into
a tight space, between two large trucks. He pushes open his door and he climbs
out. He rushes over to my side of the car and he opens the door for me. I smile
at him. “You’re such a gentleman, aren’t you?” Dalton rolls his eyes and he
pulls me close to him, sliding his arm around my shoulders in the process. He
leads me towards the gas station and he pushes me inside. I take in my
surroundings, as Dalton leads me over to a small table. The gas station is large,
it has all the usual things you would expect, but it doubles as a diner. Road signs
and pictures of all its guests hang from the walls and at the back there is a large
counter. Behind it, there is a grill and guy with a chef’s hat is cooking up some
burgers. A waitress arrives at our table and she instantly notices Dalton’s
beauty, she blushes as she hands us our