Cassidy can't help snorting a derisive laugh at that.

"No, not a werewolf."

He's not even sure if they exist in his world, but he still wouldn't want to be one.

"No, I'm-- I'm a vampire, okay? I'm actually a hundred and nineteen years old, I do drink blood but I don't bite people, sunlight burns like a bitch, garlic an' holy water are bullshit, an' I don't sleep in a coffin or turn into a bat."

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