He was perturbed. On an intellectual basis, he had always hated vampires. They did represent, symbolically, the Antichrist after all. Or at least that was Bram Stoker’s intention when he had put pen to Dracula, and pop culture had run with that undercurrent ever since. Now… he was one… or he might be. Another possibility hit him. What if what the vampony blood just had that effect on humans naturally when they ingested it? That would… be marginally better. He considered it. Perhaps World of Darkness logic applied here? It was as good a guide as any he had. Perhaps vampony blood just had inherent power? Hell if he knew – this world was bursting at the seams with magic. Anything was potentially possible.