Andrew Illworth

"It’s pretty simple if you think about it." he shrugged. He was the lone wolf that was trying to hide from any other wolf he came across. Simple thing was he’d be killed if he was found and that was something he didn’t want as of yet. 

The circumstances surrounding Andrew's transformation were rushed and at best blurry now after so long. He did remember Eloise though, the one who had bitten him. He'd loved the woman, before the humans had burned her alive. She hadn't ever really had the time to explain to him what he had become before he'd had to flee. It had taken him years to figure out the extent of his own power and to find other vampires like him to explain the last details. He could only guess Cerberus hadn't had this luxury, since he was on the run.

"Cry me a river." 

"Yeah you are right. At lest I get to see the world. I mean I only stick around for a month so my trail won’t be picked up. Besides I really don’t want to die yet. Too much to do and all the time in the world to do it." 

Answer that question.

"Cry me a river." 

"I have had some happy moments but you know I don’t want to fall in love with someone and know. Just know that I will live longer than them. They are mortal and I will not bite them. From my understanding female werewolves are a rare thing and if they can get past the bite then good for them, but most die after the first bite." 

"Yeah. That I understand, really. Things do die too quickly around us. People leave. You know, we both probably will go mad over time. There's no way to be eternal, I don't think our minds are wired that way."

"Like how do I transform?" he raised a brow. "I transform during the moon cycle. I have been known to transform in extreme anger outside the cycle but that is all I know of my own transformation. Maybe if control was there I could do it a turn of a dime, but not so much." He let out a long sigh, placing the bones down. "There are others like me but we are an extinct species. Possibly less than 30 of us left. 

"I mean, were you born like that or is there some way to turn people like vampires do? In fact, I suppose not. Otherwise you lot wouldn't be on the path of extinction. Forget it, stupid question." Andrew waved it off with a flick of his wrist. "Alright, next. What was that deadly bite thing you mentioned?"

"Cry me a river." 

"Its all I know. If I let happiness in then there will come a time and place that when I find it I will lose it. I will break and become a spoiled on that sliver of happiness and want and crave more. Then when it’s sucked dry I’ll slip." 

"Do you really believe this? You shouldn't be afraid of happiness. It's a horrible thing to live without as much as a few happy moments. I do think everyone deserves a shot at being content with life, even us monsters. Don't run from it."

"Cry me a river." 

"Nine teen so yeah ‘round twenty." he shrugged. "Okay yeah but don’t you have like some off switch with emotions or something? Is there a way for you to drown the pain out?" he sighed. "I don’t want someone to love me. I’ll only devour their happiness and turn it to pain." 

"There's no off switch. I may be dead, but I feel things just like you do. I feel pain and guilt and they eat away at me just like they would at anyone. Don't let guilt be all you know though. It's a fucked up way to live. You can't forbid yourself all happiness."

""Thanks for the meal. You have questions right? Go head and ask me." he reached for one of the drinks to down the food with. Gods only knew the last time he had some what hot food. 

"Right. Questions. Just tell me about it, the werewolf thing. How does it work? Are there a lot of you, I mean... You're the first one I've met, and I've been around for a long time. It's odd."

[tHING IS I’M NOT GOING THERE TO DO TOURISTY STUFF I’M DOING A MUSICAL THEATER WORKSHOP AND I WON’T BE ABLE TO GO SIGHTSEEING BUT I’LL TRY TO TAKE A BUNCH OF PICTURES JUST FOR YOU]

"Cry me a river." 

"I don’t know what love is nor do I want to know. But I do get what you mean. I wake up after every full moon pulling pieces of people out of my mouth and off my body. It hurts because I don’t know what life they had or why they were. If they had a family or were loved. I am a monster and I won’t deny the blood on my hands. What woman would love a beast hun?" 

"All that, and how old are you? More or less 20, I suppose. Imagine what it would feel like to live with such guilt for ten times as long. And yet I'm still sane, in a way. If I can do it, you can. And if someone can love me, someone can love you too."