"I was changed when I was 19." James started as he buttoned up his shirt over his undershirt. "1991 years ago." He finished and looked up at Nemian. He was quite old, even for a vampire. "So, I've lived for a grand total of 2010 years." He said with a smile, that was the year on the human calenders. He already knew this.

He knew everything there was to know about ones self and he could sit here and tell all of it to Nemian but doubted he would want to know anything about him at all. 

James nodded slowly, knowing that he was going to ask that. He didn't really know, it was hard and that was possibly why he had been alone all of this time. He thought about it for the moment and thought of the answer, he knew it was going to sound cheesey or just plain dumb. He leaned forward and rested his arms across the back of the seat and his chin on them. He was sitting in the chair backwards. 

"I suppose its because... I haven't... lived yet." James answered quietly, looking down at the ground. He didn't know if Nemian would understand or not. It was complicated, and he didn't know how to explain it to him, but he himself knew what he meant. He raised his eyes front the ground to Nemian once again. "I feel like I'm waiting for something." He told him, calmly. This, he didn't understand. He was waiting for someone, not something, he knew, but that wasn't going to be said out loud.

He lifted his head from his arms and smiled, "Tell anyone I told you that and I'll have to kill you..." He joked. He seriously didn't want anyone to know that though. He was still in the mood to answer questions if Nemian wanted to ask.  

James shrugged, "This is something I decided a long time ago." He said softly, he understood Nemian's reaction, what he had said was certainly not a small thing. "I'm not afraid of death anymore, its just a part of things to be now." He said up to him.

"You have no idea how it feels to become acquainted to someone, anyone for that matter, and then to outlive them, Nemian." He tried to explain. "Repeatedly. Every few decades they're gone..." He explained. "And that's not just mortals either, every few centuries another vampire is gone."

Perhaps he was afraid of death, or maybe it was something else. But he wasn't completely made of stone. Something that he would never admit to anyone or even to himself was that he was lonely. And wished this person he was supposed to live for who hurry up and get here already. 

His skin was actually cool and firm to the touch, but not hard and cold like stories said. And he did have a heartbeat, but it was extremely faint and much much slower compared to someone that wasn't human. About 20 heartbeats a minute as apposed to the human's heart whose beats 80 times a minute.

His eyes widened in surprise at Nemian's touch as a spark of excitement that felt something like electricity surged through his body beginning from where their skin had made contact. But he didn't flinch or shy away from it. Though this did throw off his thoughts completely for a matter of seconds.

He didn't think that being this way way all bleary and miserable. There had been advantages and good times amongst the years. And it was always hard to get used to the changes in technology and advancements that the human's achieved over time. But it wasn't always bad. Though at this point he couldn't think of a time where he had enjoyed it.  He just decided not to answer that one.