"I don't breathe," Bill replied, perhaps a little too matter-of-factly for his own good. But it was true. He didn't breathe. Well, he didn't have to breathe was more correct. Sometimes he pretended to breathe. In fact, he did that quite often, especially when he was in the presence of humans. If for no other reason than the sight of a lifeless, non-breathing, non-heart beating body was often unnerving for the living.
He canted his head to the side and leaned forward a bit more. Intruding? Again, perhaps. But vampires didn't have the same sense of personal space as other people.
Actually, they didn't have much sense of personal space at all. Though, if reminded, Bill tried to be more in tune with the standards of propriety.
"How far back do these newspapers go? Do you know?"