Cooperate fangs
Nebula stopped pacing, fixing George with an intense gaze. "In our world, George. The supernatural world. By bringing you into this position, I've given you power in both realms. Harold sees that as a threat."
George felt anger rising in him. "But I thought I was cursed by the witch who killed my wife. How am I involved in your world?"
Nebula had the grace to look ashamed. "That part is true, George. You were cursed by a witch. But there's more to the story that I haven't told you."
George's vision went red with rage. In a flash, he was across the room, his hand at Nebula's throat. "You've been hiding things from me...again," he growled, his new vampire strength evident in his grip.
Nebula didn't resist. "Yes," she said simply. "I have. But everything else I've told you is true, George. We need you. I need you."
George released her, stepping back. "Why? Why me?"