These breathless creatures are indeed special, with joints and nervous systems unlike any other. A little blood replenishment feels like an endless surge of vitality. Once their fangs are revealed and their eyes turn red, they are full of life again.
After a quick bath, I collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep, ignoring Lionel's nagging about "food being the essence of life" and "humans being as strong as iron, with food as their steel." I pretended to be dead, not moving a muscle, though... I was actually sulking and didn't feel like responding to him.
I refused dinner not just because I was tired, but also because I couldn't stand the dietary differences between vampires and humans. I also disliked Renata's constant feisty lecturing and didn't want to share a table with that damned Kenneth. Most of all, I didn't want to see the three women always trailing behind Lionel.
God, please let me escape this awkward discomfort and let me sleep peacefully to my death!
