[Jack]
Looks like the rain has finally let up. I expect for other vampires that rainy nights make for poor feeding if you don't have some sort of regular set-up. You know, the "hunting" type. Me, I don't get it. Even if I wasn't one of the minority, I think I'd prefer security over the so-called thrill of the hunt. I don't know, for some Kindred, it's like sex. Night after night, conquest after conquest. For others, they're Ted Nugent hunting game in the woods behind their house. I say screw all of that. For me, it's just going out to eat. Of course, some people would say it's like going to the same restaurant every night, but the fact is that I'm on a sort of restricted diet. More so than most bloodsuckers; I've got a taste for the blood of the diseased and dying. There's just something...I don't know, sweeter about it. Some romantics think it's the scent of death, while the scientists among us think it's the organisms flavoring it. Me, I just know what my tongue responds to.
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