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Bruce eyed the bed, it looked to comfortable and inviting he found himself undressing and leaping on it in a matter of seconds, it had been a long day...er night and it was indeed time for some well earned rest. Haven's compairison of humans to vampires in respect to parasitism wasn't entirely accurate. On the very basic level maybe it was the same, the transfer of energy by consuming another organism for nutrients, however humanity, and not vampires, is on the top of the food chain for a reason.

Humans knew how to adapt, how to survive even the harshest conditions this planet had to offer, humans didn't need a single host organism to survive off of, as omnivores thier diet was rather broad. In the case of vampires, like parasites, going out in the daylight was never favorable for them, and like parasites, they were highly specialized and rarely changed conduct. These specializations allowed them to survive off this lesser diet, consisting mainly of human blood. So really, if Haven was to compare the two races as similar in the animal kingdom's perspective that would place humanity below them as farm animals, which they both knew wasn't true, didn't they say part of this rebellion was to free humans from being corraled like cattle?

Thier relationship was in fact more like canablism then, if it weren't the fact that they were of a different species, people eating people for food. Hardly, in fact not at all the relationship between man and the animals he eats, unless you are one of the minority that believed animals had the same rights as people, which Bruce was not. In the end, the truth was that vampires were more akin to parasites then they liked to believe, a distasteful notion yes, but Man himself had done some barbaric things as well to survive, its just that nowadays people who do that are the vast minority, while in the case of vampires, the minority belongs to the people who didn't want to feed off humans like animals.

Ponderings of the animal kingdom in relation to this scenario aside, it was time now to get some rest. In the morning it wasn't likely he would see anyone up, unless they lied to him and were in fact human. Bruce began to drift off, wondering how all of this would play out and how long it would take. Would he see his family again? Would he even survive this rebellion?

How would he get home?

How...much wood can a wookchuck chuck?

How many licks...does it take...to get to the..center...of... a toootsie pop?

Perhaps these questions would be answered one day, but for now Bruce would have to wait in dreamland.