"Blood does seem to the the only constant, though it's good to hear that you don't eat people. Welcome to the club."
Not that he could if he wanted. He still craved blood, something that stayed with him in the aftermath of having been a vampire for far longer than he was alive, but he'd been off the human diet for well over a century. (Save a few slip ups and some necessary taste tests, of course.)
Restraint, he imaged, was something all vampires had to learn, no matter their worlds or the metaphysical laws that governed them. There was always the risk of losing control, of breaking someone in half without meaning to, of looking at them as food when your instincts clashed with the more intelligent parts of your brain. And for him, there was always that uneasy feeling that warred with feelings of contentment when around Slayers, the demon in him protesting the proximity to those born to hunt and kill his kind.
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Not that he could if he wanted. He still craved blood, something that stayed with him in the aftermath of having been a vampire for far longer than he was alive, but he'd been off the human diet for well over a century. (Save a few slip ups and some necessary taste tests, of course.)
Restraint, he imaged, was something all vampires had to learn, no matter their worlds or the metaphysical laws that governed them. There was always the risk of losing control, of breaking someone in half without meaning to, of looking at them as food when your instincts clashed with the more intelligent parts of your brain. And for him, there was always that uneasy feeling that warred with feelings of contentment when around Slayers, the demon in him protesting the proximity to those born to hunt and kill his kind.
"I'm Angel."