The process was pretty simple. Harry only had to drink his mentor’s blood, and then die in order to awaken as a vampire. He had had over a decade of mental preparation for the death part, although he didn’t know what awaited him on the other side of that fateful door humans were so afraid of.
Alice, on the other hand, was not prepared for such a thing, and barely even knew about vampirism.
Making her mingle with some helped her loosen up a little bit, but that didn’t make the process any more appealing to her than it was a few weeks earlier, when Harry had come out of the closet to her.
“What if you don’t wake up?” She asked him for the third time that day.
It had only been three days since they arrived in Italy and already Harry was planning his change. It was not something he want
