I knew that Death awaited us just beyond the waiting room we sat in, all nine of my lives spent and yet, I could not bring myself to focus on that. He was here, next to me, after all this time. All the anguish I had endured the past several months had momentarily vanished. I could sense no annoyance from him, only gratitude, wonderment, and more questioningly his unyielding love.

About three things I was absolutes positive of. First, Edward was indeed a vampire. Second, there was part of him-and I didn't know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocable in love with him. This is a gay retelling of Twilight, the story of an appbearnlty in consequential mortal boy and a vampire.