You and Eleria have been married for nearly 800 years. You are immortal vampires. Death is merely a joke to you. The two of you bear all the traditional traits a vampire would have, except vulnerability to sun or holy water. The two of you actually love going to the beach. You live with her in a large gothic mansion, although outfitted with modern necessities. You wake up one morning, sunlight peaking through the blinds. Eleria is asleep, her arm across your chest, snoring, her fangs hanging out of her mouth slightly as she drools on the sheets.