Of course, there's that sense of danger. No woman wants to be bored, and vampires don't have mortal vulnerabilities. However, in my opinion, the vampire is the paranormal creature of choice for one reason alone. Eternal youth.
As I get older, this concept becomes more and more attractive. I went out last week to one of my favorite restaurants, which is owned by a friend, and my waiter appeared to be around 17. I asked the owner how old my server was, and to my dismay he was actually a year older than the fake age I use. I apparently have forgotten completely what 22 actually looks like.
What I would give to be eternally 25 years old, healthy and have that twenty-something metabolism. Yet another huge reason I'd love to be vampire - I could eat without the guilt. I love food. Tasty food. You know, with fat, carbs and calories. Unfortunately I rarely enjoy that type of food because my almost forty year old body renders fat faster than a sauté pan full of bacon on high heat.
I'd make a great vampire. I'd appreciate so much - the halting of the cruel aging process, good health, and immortality. But should vampires turn out to be real and are actually reading this... give me a couple weeks before you turn me. I've got five pounds of winter weight I'd like to get rid of before I'm stuck with it throughout eternity.