Angeline wanted a vampire boyfriend more than anything. She'd read all of the books, even the terrible ones, and they'd stoked her imagination. Her friends told her she was crazy. "Even if it were possible," they said, "it wouldn't work out. He'd have all of eternity ahead of him; how long do you think you'd be able to hold his attention?"
It didn't matter. Angeline knew what she wanted. She had her eye on him, tall and pale, his expression holding the faintest tinge of sadness. She followed him as he walked home.
Once she turned him, he'd be perfect.