H.F. Bloode is not a vampire. And any resemblance
he may share with a werewolf of your acquaintance
is entirely coincidental. Nor does he hide his identity
because it would be a pain to have to re-establish
himself every few years when people notice he isn't
aging. No, he is simply a man who enjoys the simple
things in life. A walk in the moonlight. The quiet satisfaction
of seeing a well crafted monster lope off into
the woods for the first time. Sitting on the balcony of
his home and watching the Flickering light of torches,
from the angry mob approaching in the distance. And
of course, frightening young readers with twisted tales
that are totally not based on his real life experiences . .
. as far as you know. . . .