Charlotte
“My father is someone you never want to deal with,” Marcus whispered as he walked further into the dark room. There were a few more portraits hanging from the wall. I couldn’t recognize any of them as they were probably drawn centuries ago. However, there was one which captured my eyes. Rebecca.
“That’s Rebecca,” I stopped on my track and saw her. She was a child—not too young but not too old. She was standing with an old man and Marcus who looked exactly the same. “How old was she here?” I asked.
Marcus whipped around and replied, “I’d say around 50. She was quite young back then,”
“So, when do you—vampires stop aging?”
“We don’t stop aging. We age but every year is a month in the human world,” He replied.
“So, how old would you be in the human world?” I felt a bile r
