He gets lost, or thirsty beyond the point where he can hunt on his own. I have to search for him. He was that way as a man before he was ever made a blood drinker. The blood didn’t change him except for a little while. And now he’s enslaved to these tiny worlds he creates.

-Anne Rice

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