"She is nice," Valerie said with a smile. "Nothing like I would have imagined a vampire would be like . . . if I'd have even imagined vampires existed," she added wryly. "But then you're all nice. Well, all of you that I've met since escaping Count Rip-Your-Throat-Out." "We're just people, Valerie. We have good ones and bad ones and some in between," Anders said quietly. She shook her head, a crooked smile on her face. "And you're delusional if you think that, Anders." When alarm crossed his face, she patted his hand soothingly. "I believe you want to believe that. But you aren't 'just people.' 'Just people' don't live centuries or even millennia. They can't see in the dark, or lift a small car with little effort, or read the minds of, and control others. And 'just people' don't need to feed on other 'just people' to survive." "I--" "It's all right. You were born this way, so you don't have a clue that you're like a fricking superhero. You probably don't even realize how differently you see things. That your perception of time is so much different than non-immortals because it has so little hold on you," Leigh had mentioned that to her. That one of the things she'd noticed about immortals since becoming one herself was that the old ones had a different concept of time. That what she considered a long time, was a mere twinkling of time to them. Valerie supposed if you lived thousands of years, a day was a blink in time and a week wasn't much more. Grimacing, she added, "You probably don't realize that you have so many fewer fears and worries than mortals because cancer, and heart disease, and all those other nasty little life stealers can't claim you. And you've surely never been afraid of a mortal doing you harm."