Because I’ve read so many books… That if something like, say…a vampire attack happened. Or a werewolf coming up to me, telling me that I’m destined to be his mate. Or some Faerie folk kidnapping me because I had “gifts.” Or a witch casting a spell on me that makes me able to see the future. Or demons and angels breaking out into a hellacious war because I fell in love with the wrong person. You know, something of that sort.
I’d be okay with it.
I mean, my life is boring as hell as it is. I’d actually love for that to happen. Man, I’d be like:
“Take me. I’m fucking ready. I don’t give a damn.”
Oh, my wonderful mind. <3