Yeah, well, they're close enough that a bunch of little shitheads use the exact same descriptions from their dorky rulebook.

[ His heartbeat is back to normal, strong and steady. Before the hospital he ate a breakfast of pancakes and a milkshake from a drive-thru, the scent of it on his skin and in his sweat, salt-thick veins on display when he drags his collar down to expose his pulse.

What a dumb thing to do, honestly. ]

Here, vampire, vampire, vampire.