"You can't just force me, you do realize that?" I look at Ace, and he hums, picking out a rose out the garden.
"Sweetheart, I don't think you understand something. I'm one thousand, nine hundred and four years old. Do you think I give a s**t about what you have to say?" He looks at me amused.
I'm sorry WHAT?!
1904 YEARS OLD?
"You're one thousand nine hundred, and four years old?!" I look at him and he seems anamused.
"I am" He takes the rose to his nose, and smells it.
"How on earth?!" I shout and he rolls his eyes.
"Shut up mortal, you're making a noise" He glares at me and I take a deep breathe.
How could all of this be possible?
"I still can't believe you Ace. I can't find it in my brains capacity to believe that vampires exist" I say and he shrugs.
"Believe what you
