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The vampire's name was Vlad. He had come to London to renter the world, after a long period in seclusion. A chance encounter had resulted in a vampire hunter chasing him; hounding him until he'd had to fake his own death. In the process, he had lost someone very special to him. When he had returned to London, he had met Edward. Edward has felt as hopeless as he had, and trapped. Edward spend a great deal of time trying to explain how it was that someone was made a vampire; and what a chancy thing it was. I'm afraid it was even more esoteric than some of the text I'd deciphered, and I couldn't make sense of any of it. Especially why he had chosen to try it on Edward- and why Edward had taken him up on it.

“I was trapped, Xander.” We lay side by side, and looked at the canopy of the bed; I still didn't know where I was- but as time passed, I found it mattered less and less. It was warm; and smelled clean. “I don't think you can't understand how trapped I was. “ He sat up and spread his arms expansively. “I tried to use magic to free myself, and I couldn't. But now-”
“Now you're dead!” I sat up as well, peace shattered. “You drink blood to survive- your soul-”
“My soul is right here.” He took my hands.
“But what are you going to do now?”
“Live.” He kissed me again; and I remembered what he had said in the graveyard; that he loved me. It earnest emotion in his eyes, laced with a faint pain. It touched me, deeply. I kissed back. The idea of finding love seemed like something worth reaching for. We melted back into the pillows.