It's not a bonus, and you're displaying exactly the human traits I hate most. I suppose I shoulda' known when you snacked on my neck, but I was tryin' to give you the benefit of the doubt. I love what I am, but my body is what makes me a monster.

You're a monster in spirit, only. A fool so bloodlusty, that they obviously got in over their head. THAT'S why you died. Because you're incompetent, irrational, and too obsessed with somethin' that takes no skill at all. Any beast in the field can hunt.

At least I don't live over there anymore. This ain't exactly a night you wanna' hunt me, understand?