[Originally posted at Ana Mardoll's Ramblings.]
I'm now picturing a vampire and a human having a conversation about the human completing her bucket list.
The vampire doesn't understand. I see him as being like Barbossa from Pirates of the Caribbean if he realized that the curse was never going to be lifted, thus he'd never get to enjoy his apple and, after centuries of wanting to enjoy just one more apple, just one more bite, finally decided that he wished he'd never had a damn apple in the first place.
The vampire feels like doing the bucket list is just setting oneself up for needless pain and it's better not to try non-vampire things because you can't miss what you never had.
The human doesn't look at it that way. At all.