Payton
"Wow! Six hundred years. He nodded his head in answer though it was not a question.
"Were you born or turned?"
"I was turned at twenty-six."
Walking over to the oven I pick up the poker at the side. It's about a meter long with a wooden handle. The rest of it is metal with the end curving up like the letter 'J'. Hooking the pot handle onto the curve part of the poker and pushing it into the fire. There's a metal hook hanging in the middle of the oven. Transferring the pot onto the hook for the water to boil I put the poker back in its place and turned back to the island to see Nickolai leaning his hip against it and smiling at me.
"What's with the smile," I grumbled am not a morning person especially when I haven't had my coffee yet.
"Nothing my love." but his smile just brightens anyways. I hope he's not one of those perky types. I don't see this relationship working out if he is.
"Whatever. Do you eat or drink anything other than blood?"