"We all need blood to survive. But some of us can end up addicted to certain types to the point we crave it and only it and nothing else will satisfy the beast inside. Mine just happens to be Kindred vitae. Maybe it's because I was a ghoul before. Maybe it's just because once an addict always an addict and it was the first thing forced on me when I was turned. No one really knows about these things." Julian shrugged. Who did know? Who knew why he was addicted to vampire blood. Who knew why drinking different blood made Cian take on different personalities. The blood was always unpredictable, especially within their clan.
He tilted his head for a moment, caught by a whisper, then grinned. "That's about right for most of us. Feed us and fuck us and you'll find a lot of us a lot stable for it. There's something grounding in it I guess."
Of course, that was something he was trying to get a handle on doing now was to not rely so much on someone else to ground him. To get a handle on it before it came to that point. But he knew there'd be times he'd still need to be pulled back by another because it would be too much to handle alone.