No more protection

Once I have said this, I will not, can not take it back. So here it is:

I will no longer offer and give protection to ANY human.

There, done. You humans only repay my protection with hate. So what if my protection requires me to do things that your squeamish stomach can't handle. Who stinking cares if I do what only comes natural to me now.

You are food. Ranchers don't name their cattle, farmers don't name their fields of corn. And I don't care about human souls.

My need to blend in to society is not that great. I may work for you, but I am no longer loyal to you. I will even feed on you if the hunger strikes. Despise is the word that comes to mind when I think about how tolerant I have been over the years, but no more. I wash my hands of all humans. I will be going on a trip. First stop, Amsterdam! Then over to Japan to visit some non-humans I haven't seen in ages. Finally, a short stop in England to pick up a snack. Don't bother trying to search for me, I don't travel like humans do.

In case you are wondering, I have lost what remaining humanity for which I clung. Starvation does that to a vampire. Humans are food and I am hungry.