"Make me a vampire."
The Tatum guy declared, his voice cracking slightly from the effort. He was huffing and puffing, his lungs struggling because of the sheer amount of injuries he had all over his body.
His chest heaved with every breath, and I could tell he was in a lot of pain, but his eyes... they were fierce. They were the eyes of someone who had already died once and didn't care what happened to his soul as long as he could stand back up.
"Tatum!"
The girl who had been taking care of him, Ashley, gasped and immediately ran to his side. She put her shoulder under his arm to support him, worried that he might just keel over right there.
And in that moment—
"How about you guys? You don't have to follow my decision here. This is my choice, not yours."
