I've been thinking about it, lately.
I'm looking at vampires and werewolves, and noticing the slight incongruities among their social status.
Vampires are the aristocrats, the regals of darkness. They live in castles, dine at the fines restaurants, and yet, will suck the blood from anything with a heartbeat.
Werewolves are the blue collar workers. They're stuck with the untrimmed fingernails, shaggy hair, and bad breath. My kind of evil. The kind that works for their kill. They don't hypnotize their prey. It's a hunt for fun, and catching the scared little morsel makes it taste so much sweeter.
Vampires grow tired of existence, some werewolves don't even know they're alive, at least in wolf form. They're human side awakens, wondering how they wound up with a mouthful of human hair, and skin beneath their finger nails.
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