The Vampire in the Bookstore

by Elle M. Drew

There could never be too many books, for with each passing year, more and more discoveries were made.

He liked that he could easily read any text on a small handheld device, but the feeling of a book in his hands was better than the feeling of anything else.

Never in her life would Rosamund ever consider herself to be the sort of woman to be weak in her knees, and yet, here she was! She had very strong knees, thank you very much. Knees which were used to climbing up ladders and kneeling down to pull boxes from the back of a shelf and used to standing and walking and climbing and—She was not a woman to have weak knees!

She felt like freaking Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and the child in her, the one who knew every word to every song from the animated film, leapt for joy.

“A bookshelf can take you anywhere. A library can take you everywhere.”

“I am never leaving.” That could be arranged.

This was a woman worth keeping. A real prize. A researcher. A bibliophile.

All of these books, so many untold treasures, it would take ten lifetimes just to open them all and read the title. She needed that time, needed that immortality. And him. She needed him as well.

Immortality with books sounded amazing, but not having good sex or someone to share a book with? That would be... lonely.

It was not until he had such a true treasure that he knew what it was to live without, and he refused to return to such an existence.