You can still be the man you always wanted to be.
It was the mantra of his squad. Patrick O‟Callaghan took it very seriously, which was why, he reminded himself, he stood in the freezing darkness letting the sand pound on his face relentlessly instead of sitting at home comfortably warm, watching the latest craze of reality television. He smiled at the thought. It was also why he‟d given up human blood thirty years earlier, not an easy thing for someone with his particular hunger to do, considering he was a vampire.
Cow‟s blood, pig‟s blood, squirrel‟s blood, elephant‟s blood—it had all begun to taste the same.