WAREHOUSE
POV DESMOND
My mind was buzzing with what Thomas just said. Surely, he couldn't mean that. My uncle would destroy his fortune if Thomas turned against his wishes. Although Thomas has moved off the sanity scale as of late.
"Is this some sort of joke, Thomas?" I asked, still standing by the door.
Thomas stood up and turned to face me, "I don't make jokes, Desmond."
"What use would I be as a vampire?" I asked, trying to stall. I wasn't sure what for, but I needed to keep him talking while I had time. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I'd be an average vampire at best."
"If you were a vampire, I could keep you forever," he responded with a crazy look in his eye. "I could keep you in my private chambers for me to come home to. We could feed as one and bathe in human blood. You could even
