"Ancestry can be a bitch," Thomas nodded thoughtfully. Divulging too much information could be deadly. But then, he wasn't at home by any stretch of the imagination, and he doubted she knew about the wars raging against his kind. "I am an incubus, a vampire of the White Court. My monster doesn't care who he feeds from, as long as he gets what he wants. Keeping it in check isn't easy, but ever since Justine, I try not to let him loose. Leech a little here and there, by touch, not blood." He shrugged, a slightly sour taste touching his words and his expression at the idea of drinking blood. The rest was old hat to him, though his monster was never quite happy, or quiet, or calm inside of him anymore.
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