Veronica had met a vampire. She hadn't liked him much. Fangtasia, and her visit there, had been fascinating--but nerve-wracking.
She already knew the things Logan was telling her, aside from the part about him not killing anyone. That did make her feel better, but somehow that was less of an issue than thinking Logan might be miserable with a choice he'd made for his own survival.
All that extra sensory stuff was probably kind of fun, she thought.
I can fly.
Veronica chuckled. "SHUT UP!"
She slapped him on the arm, and she noticed even that felt different. But he was still Logan, it seemed. So that was good. This wasn't hopeless just yet.
"But I mean, you...." She made a face. There was no way to say this nicely. "You don't want to eat me or anything, right? I mean, I know I'm delicious and everything, but being around me isn't... is this too hard?"
What about sex? She knew there were vampires that couldn't have sex. Life was about to get interesting, for sure.
"Do they make a handbook for this?" she asked, hopefully.