"If you want to live forever," he said, softly, "I can help you with that."
"Mmmm," she muttered, backing up. "No thanks, I'm not into vintage clothing and I like getting tan."
"Eventually, you'll learn to love the night."
"I don't think so. And besides, I've read that you only look okay because of a glamour. You're really leathery and bat like, not good looking but screaming into the street ugly."
"That was rude."
"Not if it's true," she said.
"I have money."
"Not important," she said, stepping off the curb.
"Once your undead everything becomes clear. You understand so much more."
"Don't care and it seems as if you should learn something if you live forever, don't you think?"
"I'd like a companion," he said, holding out his hand. "We can travel the world."
"Yeah, over and over and over again."
"It's always different," he said, glaring at her. "And I can make you feel things you've never felt before."
"Like a sore neck?" she said.
"Most people would jump at the chance for eternal life. In fact, they beg for it."
"Have you looked at the state of the world? Who would want to live forever in this mess?"
"It won't always be like this," he said. "I've seen societies change time and time again."
"How boring was that?" she asked. "And what's the point? Everything around you dies and you don't. Sounds like a nightmare."
"Why are you being so difficult?"
"Why are you being so insistent?"
"I'm attractive, rich and can give you everything you'll ever want."
"How about a picnic at the beach?" she said.
"Things were better before you all became literate."
"Better for you, maybe."
"Yes, better for my kind."
"How were you turned?"
He looked away. "I lost a bet."
"Seriously?"
He nodded, a smile flicked across his lips. "Seriously. I was young and not very bright."
"Cards?"
He nodded again."
"Did it hurt?"
"Yes. Because I...resisted."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I was too, in the beginning. But now, I can say I've seen the most wonderful things. Done the most wonderful things and..."
"Do you wish you had stayed human?"
He looked at her and then looked away. "I'm strong, and there's something to be said for that. As a female, you'd never have to worry about going out alone anymore."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Sometimes."
"That's what I thought."
"I could turn you against your will," he said.
"No. That's not who you are. And if it was, I'd kill you with the first stick I could get my hands on."
"You're right. It's not who I am. I want a partner who wants to be with me and I'm not ugly underneath. I am what you see."
"Good to know," she said. "Are there many of you?"
"More than you can imagine."
"I bet you're in government."
"We're in everything."
"I wouldn't mind being friends," she said, "but no biting."
"I'd like that."
"Do you want to catch a movie?"
"Sure."
"Will you let me take you shopping so you can move into this century, clothing wise?"
"I'll think about it," he grinned.
"You can't wear the hat during the film because no one sitting behind you will be able to see the screen."
"Okay."
They started walking and she asked him if he knew Dracula. He snickered and said that he did not.
All and all it seemed like it was going to be an interesting evening, if he could just keep his fangs to himself.
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