We silently passed onto Gee's quiet house; we are about to enter and give in to the narrow road that leads to the peaceful and calm sea.
“Ulysses, how much do you wish to be a vampire?” I asked him out of nowhere, “Do you want me to make you a vampire when you aged as a mortal and when you turned fifty?”
He promptly stopped striding, and he turned to me cheerfully. A sincere and genuine smile crept into his dry and dehydrated lips.
“Really?” he asked in an excited tone; I nodded, “Then why is it when I was in my fifty?”
“To make you seemed and look like my Dad?” I joked that made us both laughed boisterously.
Our laughter downed along with the moist and sticky dew of the twilight night that proceeding to deepen and gradually falling asleep while being embraced by the hush serenity si
