Bella stared at her doctor, her green eyes shimmering with tears. She registered a few words such as "Cancer." and "Inoperable."  Oh and her personal favorite, "Terminal." The grey haired oncologist uttered some more nonsense and offered her some pamphlets on dying and counseling. If I have six months to live I am not spending it talking to a shrink or going to meetings! She thought darkly as she pushed off the exam table and landed lightly on her feet.  Without a backwards glance she fled the room and sprinted out of the hospital. Tears blurred her vision as her pink converses pounded the pavement, but she didn't slow until she reached the cemetery gates. Slowing for a moment she turned sideways and slid between the bars biting back a curse as her boobs got smushed. Then she was off again running through the crumbling gravestones, her honey blonde hair trailing behind her like a flag. She didn't stop until she was deep within the historical cemetery. Despite the fading sunlight she knew exactly where she was going. Pulling a rusted key on a silver chain from around her neck she carefully unlocked an old ossuary and descended down into the tomb. Once she reached the bottom she threw herself panting into a ornate king sized bed adorned with black silk sheets and a plush down comforter. She blindly reached for the decanter on the side table, and finding it empty conjured more rum with her mind. She took a deep sip of the spicy liquor, letting the warmth of the nectar of New Orleans calm and fortify her. Shivering in the dank chill of the tomb she took off her clothes, leaving her black lace bra and panties on she slid under the covers and lay her head upon the shoulder of the ice cold corpse that lay upon the bed. A shiver of anticipation ran through her has she felt the corpse stir. His strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close as he nuzzled her neck and inhaled her scent. "Vlad "she whispered snuggling closer. "I need a favor."

"Anything my Belladonna." Vlad rumbled as he stroked the curve of her hips. "If only for a taste of you, I would grant you anything "

"I'm terrified of dying." She sniffled.

"You won't die for a very long time my dear " Vlad said comfortingly, brushing her hair back over her shoulders.

She closed her eyes as a tear slid down her cheek. "I have cancer Vlad, I'll be dead in six months. If I'm lucky."

"What would you have me do? Vlad asked his hands stilling on her body.

"Change me!" She begged, her emerald eyes beseeching.

Vlad kissed her, then he sunk his fangs into her neck beginning the transformation.

He slept with the sunrise, her petite form tucked close beside him. When he awoke hours before sunset she was gone. What had he done? What had he been thinking turning a witch into a vampire?