ABANDON ALL HOPE
too-rich-for-your-blood Ventrue, Lost Boys-wannabe Brujah
-- the beautiful people. But they don't want you. They’ve got more important people to suck. No pe – you’re gettinga one-way ticket to hell court ' an Nosferatu.
I gouge my mouth into y – I’ll give you theluxury of the traditional bite anyway, ‘cause I’m such a
sweetheart – and your muffled shrieks subside to whimpers.
Then there’s nothing except your eyes, like those of a deer in the headlights, looking at me in confused horror, silently screaming, “Why?”
Why? I don’t really know why. Guess it’s ‘cause assholes like you make me sick. And misery loves company.