From what I understand of folklore and literature, werewolves just eat you, and it's only under certain circumstance, like an encounter from which you escape, that you are only bitten and turn into a werewolf.
I'd rather not take my chances.
Same's true with a vampire... They look at you the way you look at your favorite food. I don't care if they're hot as hell, you're still lunch, and it's totally up to them as to whether or not you're invited to the party. Usually, you're just lunch. I can't imagine having the equivalent of two nails being driven into my neck and remaining there until I die from loss of blood... Unless I get the benefits package, of course.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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