1"What?" He shouted, "What do you want me to tell you? Do you want me to sugar-coat the death process? Do you want me to say that death is the greatest of all adventures, that when you die you feel absolutely nothing? I cant tell you that because death, in all forms hurts. Any flavor it hurts. Because death, whether stabbing or suicide, or transformation or what have ya, hurts. How would you like to have your soul sucked out of you and then you thrown in purgatory because you couldn't make a choice?"
He slid his hand through his hair in irritation.
She whispered to him, tears silently streaming down her face, "No. I don't want you to lie to me. But I don't want to die. All my life people told me that when you die, you go to a place filled with music and laughter and i would see my mom and dad again." The tears came faster, "But i don't want to die."
"Well, hon, I hate to tell you this but if you didn't want to die, you should have never been born. That's the simple truth. To live is to die, yadda, yadda, yadda. But everyone has a choice, even ye of little faith." His eyes glittered savagely, "You ever hear of a Nosferatu?"
"Nosferatu?" Se asked questioningly.
"Hell, yeah. The Nosferatu." Nothing. " El Vampiro?" Still nothing. "Fine then, we'll do this the old fashioned way. Ya ever hear of a bloodsucking fiend known as a vampire?" He put his fingers in front of his mouth to represent fangs, "Ya know; Dracula." He went to a bad Romanian accent and quoted , i Dracula 2000/i " 'Dracunya ees reel.' " Then she smiled and nodded. "Well, that's the only way to now die. Become a vampire."
"But vampires don't exist. Their like werewolves and the Easter bunny and, well, good politicians. Their just not real."
He put his hands over his eyes, "Oh come the fuck on! You are so not about to lose your only opportunity to lose elongated life? What are you, nuttier than a fruit cake?"
She thought about what he had just told her. i vampires existing/I very peculiar. but if they did...?
"Okay. let's do it."