The ugly Nosferatu that calls himself Rat looks down at me:

“I have promoted your life station, you are now one of the predators”

“Why the fuck would I want to be a predator if it forces me to look like this?” I ask him as he shows me a mirror, the reflection is a horrid rendition of my face. As if someone took my old face and ran it over with a dump truck.

“With this amazing gift comes a curse, one that has been passed down from generation to generation” Rat tells me.

“This gift seems like a bunch of bullshit to me” I reply

What the fuck am I doing down here? What the fuck did that vampire do to me? Why is his ugly stinking ass trying to get me to use these vaunted "powers of the blood? I just want my life back! Can he make it so I don’t have to look in the mirror and see this ugly face anymore?

“You are the true power in the world now, you have been embraced and brought into the sword of Caine, where you can use your powers to control the world around you.”

Now he’s speaking my language.