Free Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris

much of a uniform by the end of the War,” he said grimly. “We were in rags and starving.” He seemed to shake himself. “It had no meaning for me after I became a vampire,” Bill said, his voice once again chilly and remote.
    “I’ve brought up something that upset you,” I said. “I am sorry. What should we talk about?” We turned and began to stroll back down the driveway toward the house.
    “Your life,” he said. “Tell me what you do when you get up in the morning.”
    “I get out of bed. Then I make it up right away. I eat breakfast. Toast, sometimes cereal, sometimes eggs, and coffee—and I brush my teeth and shower and dress. Sometimes I shave my legs, you know. If it’s a workday, I go in to work. If I don’t go in until night, I might go shopping or take Gran to the store or rent a movie to watch or sunbathe. And I read a lot. I’m lucky Gran is still spry. She does the wash and the ironing and most of the cooking.”
    “What about young men?”
    “Oh, I told you about that. It’s just impossible.”
    “So what will you do, Sookie?” he asked gently.
    “Grow old and die.” My voice was short. He’d touched on my sensitive area once too often.
    To my surprise, Bill reached over and took my hand. Now that we’d made each other a little angry, touched some sore spots, the air seemed somehow clearer. In the quiet night, a breeze wafted my hair around my face.
    “Take the clip out?” Bill asked.
    No reason not to. I reclaimed my hand and reached up to open the clip. I shook my head to loosen my hair. I stuck the clip in his pocket, since I hadn’t any. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, Bill began running his fingers through my hair, spreading it out on my shoulders.
    I touched his sideburns, since apparently touching was okay. “They’re long,” I observed.
    “That was the fashion,” he said. “It’s lucky for me I didn’t wear a beard as so many men did, or I’d have it for eternity.”
    “You never have to shave?”
    “No, luckily I had just shaven.” He seemed fascinated with my hair. “In the moonlight, it looks silver,” he said very quietly.
    “Ah. What do you like to do?”
    I could see a shadow of a smile in the darkness.
    “I like to read, too.” He thought. “I like the movies . . . of course, I’ve followed their whole inception. I like the company of people who lead ordinary lives. Sometimes I crave the company of other vampires, though most of them lead very different lives from mine.”
    We walked in silence for a moment.
    “Do you like television?”
    “Sometimes,” he confessed. “For a while I taped soap operas and watched them at night when I thought I might be forgetting what it was like to be human. After a while I stopped, because from the examples I saw on those shows, forgetting humanity was a good thing.” I laughed.
    We walked into the circle of light around the house. I had half expected Gran to be on the porch swing waiting for us, but she wasn’t. And only one dim bulb glowed in the living room. Really, Gran, I thought, exasperated. This was just like being brought home from a first date by a new man. I actually caught myself wondering if Bill would try to kiss me or not. With his views on long dresses, he would probably think it was out of line. But as stupid as kissing a vampire might seem, I realized that was what I really wanted to do, more than anything.
    I got a tight feeling in my chest, a bitterness, at another thing I was denied. And I thought, Why not?
    I stopped him by pulling gently on his hand. I stretched up and lay my lips on his shining cheek. I inhaled the scent of him, ordinary but faintly salty. He was wearing a trace of cologne.
    I felt him shudder. He turned his head so his lips touched mine. After a moment, I reached to circle his neck with my arms. His kiss deepened, and I parted my lips. I’d never been kissed like this. It went on and on until I thought the whole world was involved in this kiss, in