Phil's pov

I was amazed at myself for asking that. I couldn't believe the power he had over me. It's as if it's hypnotizing just being around him and makes me want to act reckless. Maybe it's a vampire power. Or maybe it's just fate.

He looked startled, but in a good way. Like he couldn't believe I asked but was also very flattered. He's had a tough long life, it felt good to be the one to put a smile on that old pale, yet gorgeous face.

"Yes. A thousand times yes." exclaimed Dan. It's funny how he's hundreds of years old but he still manages to have the excitement of a small child. I really liked that about him. Because I myself was a big man child, unable to grow up. I wonder how a few hundred years would take a toll on me. Would I still have that wonderment and energy or a kid or would it leave me drained and hoping for something terrible?

    Thoughts immediately raced through my head. What if it can't ever work, I'm mortal and he isn't. Does he plan to make me a vampire with him someday? To spend eternity together?
I tried my best to push the worry thoughts away and focus on what lies ahead of me.

      "So.. Shall we go on a proper date rather than staying in your dungeon?" I giggled, thinking of how strange it sounded. But it made sense after all the weird things that have just happened in the past twenty four hours.

       "Of course sir. Where doth thou wish to partake in a 'date' as thou called it?" He babbled in his best posh accent. I bursted out laughing and couldn't help but to allow the blush to creep upon my cheeks and stay awhile.

      "A proper date would just consist of us, being ourselves, showing our interest in a public forum. At night of course. " I suggested, knowing any day time activities were impossible unless I liked my men in the form of puddles. Which, I happened to not enjoy them that way.

He insisted that our night was to be a special surprise for me. I kept begging for a hint but he said I will have to wait. Dan then booped my nose and left the room. A few minutes later he brought me back some food.

"You're either starving from everything or you never want to eat again. If it's the latter, here ya go." he stated whilst handing me a plate with a sandwich and some crisps.

"How come you have food if you only drink blood?" I inquired. He smirked and had a face that read good point.

"I still have taste buds Phil. I enjoy some food every now and then. It doesn't always sit right in my undead body but I make it work. " he explained. I nodded and took a bite of my sandwich. How did he know it was my favorite kind?

"Um. Dumb question but do you read minds?" I said between mouthfuls so it didn't sound like a half eaten mumbly mess.

" I can but I choose not to most of the time. I had no idea what you liked to eat so I had to enter a bit of your brain for that. You really still wear footsie pajamas?" he laughed. I beamed but was embarrassed at the same time. Way to impress the hot vampire but thinking about how much I missed my comfy footsie pj's at home.