He frowned as he dropped the book on the communal dinning table “Nothing so far…I’m clearly not the mind scientific mind that my father was though come to think about it might be a good thing.” Jared didn’t like thinking of his father; it just made him stew with rage merely to consider his name. Big reason he didn’t share his last name, he wouldn’t be caught dead being called a Damaskinos. He shrugged his shoulders though he felt his lips tried to smile sensing her concern for him. He didn’t show it but he appreciated it. “Sometimes I raid the fridge of the stored blood supply …and I do feed some on the local vampire community though I make sure not to leave any survivors. If they survive I have to tell you it isn’t a good thing…”
He knew he must look quite off because of the question she asked “I always look this way I’m afraid but I often look much worse believe me” Carefully he decided to see her reaction about seeing his features, it was truly only the way to know somebody was to let them see the worse and if they didn’t draw away they were a keeper. His fingers rose and eased the fabric back revealing his smooth hairless scalp, even his eyebrows were no where to be seen, he was looking more and more like a cancer patient after a serious round of radiation treatments “This is what the virus has done…disfigured me and I’m in…agonizing pain” He grinded his teeth, a subtle sign of his pain “I feel like I’m dying but I never die…”