He was hungry. Again. He hated this, more than anything; the constant need. It was worse than being a teenage boy, the constant incessant desire. They were all little more than drug addicts who if left without long enough, would do anything to get their fix.

Black sweats and matching tee, he passed underneath a streetlamp. A black shape that melted from the darkness for a moment into the light.

He'd rationalize that it was no different than eating food when alive, a constant need. They didn't even have to kill their prey! Except that their prey, more often than not, was human. No matter how many differences there were, kine really weren't that different than kindred. He knew it was wrong.

Another streetlamp. In the alley, the rasp of breath grated over Jacobs sensitive ears. A figure wrapped in filth lay there sleeping -- easy prey. The walk over was slow, careful. As he approached, the figure became a woman, became middle-aged, filthy blonde hair became apparent. With every step the humanity of his prey became apparent. The desire filled him, but tonight, he just couldn't do it.
Not this time.

It took most of the night to find a few strays, a couple dogs, a one-eyed cat. The desire receded, but Jacob knew it wasn't enough, that in just a few short nights... He would have to feed again, other animals were just never enough. There had to be some way to make this better. Some way to rise above the thirst, at least somewhat. But the dawn neared, and Jacob hastened home.