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[ Clay never dreams of pleasure or happiness. He dreams of this, of people, women, men-- seducing, taking, abusing. It's his life in every world he occupies. The only time it's not, is when he isn't Clay Kaczmarek. When someone else has the wheels. It's no different here. ]
[ His neck is already injuries with two perfect holes. Even these injuries follow him into this. He's been marked before, by a different bloodsucker. He makes no effort to hide it. ]