Bob the Vampire
A non-sexy beast
“Do you want coffee?”
She looked around. The panoramic windows revealed dusk outside with night falling rapidly. She drew out one of the stools at the kitchen counter and plopped down, pulling out a pad and a recorder. She bit her lip. “Well, it’s a little late in the day….”
Bob smiled. “Yeah, I get it. It’s morning for me.” He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of wine. “How about some of this?”
She smiled broadly, revealing brilliantly white teeth. She tossed her long blond hair back, nodding. “Yes, that’s so much better.”
Bob grabbed a corkscrew, opened the wine and poured two glasses. He put one before her. She sniffed at the glass, managing to make the action seem pretentious. She sipped.
Bob remained standing, his glass untouched. “So, what is this interview?”
She thrust her hand forward offering an awkward shake. He took it, one shake up and down. “Wow, that’s cold.”
Bob nodded. “Yeah, well. Undead and all.”
She pushed her recorder towards him and took up her pen. “Right.”
Bob chuckled. “Everyone forgets. I mean, I look alive.”
She nodded, her hair falling in front of her face. “So how did this happen?”
