Eternally Ivy

Time is not eternal. Or at least that was how I grew up. From the day you are born, the hourglass of your life is turned over. The grains of sand slowly fall to the base, and eventually, that sand runs out. The final grain drops, and your life comes to an end. You have a life-threatening accident, succumb to a deadly illness, or your aging body just ceases to function, and you move on. Depending on what you believe in, to heaven or your next life or just into the vast black emptiness. There is an old saying that you should live like it was your last day on Earth, but what if that last day was no longer a problem? What if you could live forever? Would you do it? A life where you would only have to worry about possible decapitation, sunlight or being burned alive. Would you pay the ultimate price and leave behind everything that you knew and held dear? As I stood in front of the large bay windows of my room in a red, knee-length satin rob, twisting the amber pendant around my find, I couldn’t help thinking about that fateful day four months ago when I had to make that decision for myself. When I stared into the brilliant green eyes of a vampire, I had only met less than a week early as he told me to drink blood from his wrist. Three days later, I woke up, and my new life had just begun, a life with my eternal partner. This is my story, well, mine and Vlad’s. I don’t know what will happen and where we will end up, but one thing was certain, our life was eternally ours.