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No. Being a vampire for him meant revenge. Revenge against life itself. Every time he took a life it was revenge. It was no wonder then, that he appreciated nothing. The nuances of vampire existence weren't even available to him because he was focused with a maniacal vengeance upon the mortal life he'd left. Consumed with hatred, he looked back. Consumed with envy, nothing pleased him unless he could take it from others; and once having it, he grew cold and dissatisfied, not loving the thing for itself; and so he went after something else. Vengence, blind and sterile and contemptible.
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