"Know what you're in for first" I repled, my voice like ice. "As if the bite were not bad enough, as if feeling every ounce of blood sucked from you without any recourse, as if the cold, the feeling of hopelessness, the darkness, as if all that weren't bad enough, there's more. You would never be able to enjoy the sun again. You will ALWAYS be cold, you could step into a fire and not be warm. You could never see your family again, lest you attack them..." I broke off, bitterness and self-loathing shot through my voice. Drawing a deep breath, I continued "You would live forever, regretting every time you lost control. There is no recourse, if you change your mind, it will be too late and you will have that on your soul as well. People ,will fear you, flee you, try to kill you. Worst of all, there are the times you get lost in the bloodlust. You have no control, only hunger. You begin thinking about who has blood that would taste good. You stalk them, delighting in their fear and pain. Are you sure that is what you want?"
