J-S looked up at Chad, almost shocked that he spoke to him, though he wasn't going to complain in the least. Maybe it was a good sign, he had to hope that it was.
"I didn't lie to you, I'm twenty seven, I was only changed a few years ago," J-S said to him, moving the ice down to a spot on his ribs. "I was attacked in Paris, the vampire that changed me bit me, and before I could die, he pushed his wrist on my mouth, and...I was dying, I didn't know what was going on, but I knew I had to drink or I'd die. Honestly, if I knew what I was doing, I might have just..."
J-S trailed off. He wasn't happy being like this, it was a lonely life, and it depressed him.
"I am immortal, yes. There are things that can kill me, but if I avoid them, then I live forever looking like this."