Before I was a drunk, actually.

[ He closes his eyes, trying to picture it. ]

I was- I want to say sixteen? Still thought that I could fix everything if I just killed something nasty enough and left it at the church's door. [ He really is a feral cat. ] Tracked down a vampire who was dragging beggars away in Caracal - offering them work to get them alone, that whole trick. Staked him, but he punched his claws right through me. Fucker.

Nobody even cared, in the end. He was careful. Only fed on those who wouldn't be missed.