Cooper was in a relationship. This probably came as a surprise to everyone, but no more so than to the vampire himself. Relationships had just never worked out for him: he was too young, or too old, or just too something to make any relationship he'd ever gotten into work out for him. And the last time he'd been seriously considering anyone had been when James Dean was still alive and making movies.
But Nancy was different. She knew exactly who and what he was, the same way he knew the same thing about her. There was no hiding with each other, which he loved. He could be himself around her. And the fact she was extremely pretty didn't hurt matters at all either.
So when she'd suggested a picnic, he'd readily agreed. He'd even dressed in clothes that were neither worn nor torn for the occasion, wearing a clean white T-shirt and jeans on the bright sunny day. He twisted the daylight ring around his finger as he sat down, another tangible reminder of Nancy. "Beautiful day." He put his hand over her's, squeezing gently. He was a very lucky vampire.
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But Nancy was different. She knew exactly who and what he was, the same way he knew the same thing about her. There was no hiding with each other, which he loved. He could be himself around her. And the fact she was extremely pretty didn't hurt matters at all either.
So when she'd suggested a picnic, he'd readily agreed. He'd even dressed in clothes that were neither worn nor torn for the occasion, wearing a clean white T-shirt and jeans on the bright sunny day. He twisted the daylight ring around his finger as he sat down, another tangible reminder of Nancy. "Beautiful day." He put his hand over her's, squeezing gently. He was a very lucky vampire.