To be quite frank, that was almost exactly what Ryah had been expecting. So far, all the vampires he'd run into seemed to be driven by their bloodlust. They paid no mind to their victims, draining men, women and children alike. Ryah was certain humans were viewed as little more than blood bags, meat suits ripe for the picking. It was a shame really. Because at some point, they'd been human once. They'd been normal. They'd been fragile things with hopes and dreams and ambitioms.<br/><br/>After polishing off his food, Ryah took care of the bill, paying for Drake's coffee too. It was only a couple of bucks; it was the least he could do, really. He left the waitress with a small tip before asking the vampire if he was ready to roll, telling him that the club would be their first stop as it was closer. The sooner they left, the sooner he could get his sister back.<br/><br/>"I guess it's truly irreversible," he commented, heading for his car. It was obvious, from the way Drake was talking, that he'd never wanted this for himself. Ryah asked him what he'd wanted before he had been changed. If he'd had any hopes or dreams. Did becoming a creature of the night change his personality? What had he been like before?